"I want to test your abilities."
Derek Moore looked at Flossie Wright, enunciating each word clearly.
Not surprising.
It's been almost a month, she should have made some progress, right?
Standing up, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow and looked at him, asking, "How will you test it?"
"I will leave at six in the afternoon," Derek Moore said, "Before I leave, no matter what method you use, as long as you can take the military knife from me it's yours."
Her eyebrows slightly lifted, the corners of Flossie's mouth curled into a smirk.
"Deal."
She agreed immediately.
Turning around, Flossie paused in her steps, looking back, "Please send the stuff to my dormitory."
Then, she left.
"..."
Derek Moore was dumbfounded.
She was bold and confident about asking for favors.
In the blink of an eye, Flossie had left. Derek Moore stood in place with a serious expression, which was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
Note: Dallion Collins.
