Time and time again, with so many people passing by, how could she not lose face?!
Mia Lawson felt like crying from anger.
"Flossie Wright, what are you doing?!"
A stern voice came over, and Drake Easton, with his face set in a strict expression, appeared holding a megaphone, drenched yet not lacking in authority.
"Saying hi to someone I know."
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright let go of her and stood up straight.
Upon seeing Drake Easton, Mia Lawson felt as if she had seen a savior, forgetting even to stand up, she turned her head with the intent to complain to Drake Easton, "Drake..."
"Flossie Wright, have you finished your run?!"
Interrupting Mia Lawson in mid-sentence, Drake Easton glared at Flossie Wright with a murderous look.
"Drake..."
"No!"
With a definitive response, Flossie Wright once again planned to tackle Mia Lawson.
"Thinking of quitting?!" Drake Easton's face darkened a few shades.
"I don't want to!" Flossie Wright replied definitively again.
