Suddenly, the men in the car looked at each other, guarded and on high alert.
"What is your end game?"
Swallowing hard, the man sitting next to Flossie Wright gazed at her, fraught with confusion and suspicion.
The atmosphere within the car seemed to become tense. They were on pins and needles, as though something was ready to explode at any moment.
Lifting her eyes, Flossie's casual glance swept over their anxious faces. She leaned lightly against the car door with a cool voice interlaced with a hint of provocation, "Do you think I can make him worry about me?"
Without a doubt, the "him" she was referring to was Glenn Hutchinson.
Would you believe it?
Not likely.
However, these words seemed to strike a nerve in their uncertain hearts. They were fully aware that this reasoning didn't hold much credibility, but in conjunction with Flossie's unpredictable actions, it somehow managed to convince them otherwise.
But if she were truly acting this recklessly for a man...