Flossie Wright reined in her expression and scanned the area nearby.
It wasn't long before—
Flossie emerged from the weeds behind her.
"Flossie Wright?"
Devina Millet looked utterly baffled and couldn't help furrowing her brows.
In just a few words, Flossie had managed to vanish, and then she had popped out from behind her.
Even more bewildering was the fact that Flossie was holding a rabbit she had slaughtered by slashing its throat!
Flossie stopped not far behind Devina.
Casually holding the rabbit in one hand, Flossie adjusted her hat with the other.
"No more arguing?"
She asked calmly, raising an eyebrow.
Clearly, she had zero interest in the trio's quarrel and, naturally, had no intention of taking sides.
"Where did the rabbit come from?" Devina asked with a frown, voicing her confusion.
"Caught it."
Flossie answered nonchalantly.
Devina nearly choked with exasperation!
Who didn't know she had caught it?!
