"Flossie Wright, I need to talk to you."
Cold eyes fell onto Flossie, and Belinda Nichols completely ignored the person standing next to her, Becca Reyes.
Becca paused, with the intention of leaving, but due to Belinda's neglect, she stood in place.
Eavesdropping.
"Go on."
Flossie looked at her lazily.
Just like them, Belinda had just got out of the shower, her wet hair still stuck to her skin, wetting the collar of her training vest.
A hint of hesitation flashed across her cold face, but then it showed a determined look.
Flossie frowned, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.
"I'm going to sleep with you."
Belinda's voice was harsh.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Becca's eyes widened.
What?
Becca was dumbfounded, subconsciously suspecting that what she just heard was an illusion.
However, Belinda's serious and firm eyes told her bluntly that there was no mistake in what she said.
So... it's real?
"Hahaha..."
