"How did you get it?"
Derek Moore's tone was slightly heavy as he asked her impatiently.
Though his attention today had been focused on the military knife, and he didn't pay as much attention to the ring, it was not easy to take something from him, especially considering that, to his recollection, Flossie Wright hadn't been within ten meters of him since leaving that morning.
He was certain that, after Flossie Wright had left, his ring was still on him.
Flossie Wright squinted her eyes and smiled at him, but didn't say a word.
Quickly, Derek Moore figured it out. "Rowdy Brightwill?"
"Hmm," she replied.
Spreading out her hands, Flossie Wright made no attempt to hide.
"That kid..." Derek Moore was both angry and helpless.
He would never have thought that Rowdy Brightwill, whom he trusted so much, would actually conspire with Flossie Wright, and even turn against him.
"The military knife."
