"Idle?"
Said coldly, Flossie Wright struggled free from his grasp.
"Idle," Perry Reed nodded.
"Fine," Flossie Wright shrugged, "Let's go."
"..."
Her assertiveness left Perry Reed at a loss for words.
As a tycoon, Perry Reed, aside from his beloved Jeep, rarely used any other vehicle for more than half a year, this time he switched to the latest model of Rolls-Royce.
Anyway, in places where status is valued, he drove confidently.
However, Flossie knew that Perry Reed didn't like it here.
For a period of time before, he had been here coordinating with various forces for cooperation, but two months ago, he was no longer responsible for this place.
He was back to his accustomed activities in Africa.
There, he would be more at ease.
Frankly, if Flossie hadn't been in the Forces, she definitely wouldn't have been able to adapt to the rules and systems of this country.
On the way back, Flossie took a nap.
She didn't talk much with Perry Reed.
