But, there's no other way.
She has two sets of clothes, but she only brought one here, so she had to put on the ones from last night.
Once she came out, the woman who was just lethargic a while ago instantly transformed into an energetic and chic figure. Her jacket, leather pants, and boots coupled with her naturally flamboyant personality, made her presence almost on par with Perry Reed.
At this moment, Marcel Smith finally became quiet.
The burly man clad in gold chains spared him, but due to his loose tongue, he had been beaten up quite badly and was a pitiful sight.
He was already rather sloppy, and after getting beaten up, with bruises on the corners of his mouth and pain in his entire body, no matter how defiant he was, he could only helplessly slump beside the sofa, throwing cold glares at Flossie Wright.
Of course, he knew that these people were Flossie's friends.
They were all here because of Flossie Wright.
"Speak."
