It seemed, not well-intentioned.
Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes, neither cold nor warm, "Speak directly."
She was not in the mood for polite self-introductions. The other's intentions were clearly evident, and she had no intention of leaking any information. Now, neither did she have the intention to firmly and conservatively keep it for her.
"I don't want you to talk about what happened tonight."
Speaking slowly, with a deep tone mixed with a dangerous aura, it comes right at her face.
To say "hope," yet the tone was decisive, without the slightest hint of pleading.
Huh.
How assertive.
"Or what?"
Slightly squinting her eyes, Flossie asked indifferently, without any intention of retreat or assurance.
"Or else——"
Speaking softly, Mariana Buck stood in front, her gaze lowered, and a murderous look suddenly appeared, while a hand to the right slowly clenched into a fist.
The mountain wind howled, the two faced each other, and the atmosphere suddenly tensed up.
Suddenly——
