As Flossie Wright was about to turn back, she heard a very cheery and flirtatious greeting.
Her brow slightly moved, and Flossie paused but instead quickened her pace a little.
"Hey!"
The voice behind her suddenly became urgent.
Flossie ignored it.
She also appropriately accelerated her steps.
As a result—
Marcel Smith chased her all the way to the second-floor stairway before catching up with Flossie, who was deliberately slowing down.
Using a crutch to move forward, Marcel was almost furious by the time he caught up with Flossie.
Never seen someone so good at messing with others.
"What do you want?"
Stopping, Flossie leaned against the railing and looked at him blandly.
"Of course, I have something to say."
Marcel nodded instantly.
However, he didn't hurry to speak but rather took deep breaths to catch his breath.
Damn!
Walking so fast with a crutch was exhausting.
"Speak."
Flossie was concise and direct.
