Flossie Wright did this flawlessly, no need to worry about any slip-ups.
"What about your plan?"
Setting aside this unpleasant question, Glenn continued to ask.
"He doesn't fully trust, nor does he completely distrust." Resting her chin on one hand, Flossie Wright spoke slowly, a playful smile flickering in her eyes.
Anyone who can plan a kidnapping isn't brainless.
Suspicion, obviously, runs deep.
However, Flossie Wright also played a major card; her plan had absolute allure, so the person in charge would certainly take some measures, only due to human suspicion, they wouldn't fully adopt it.
"So?" Glenn raised an eyebrow.
"So," picking up a notebook from the sofa, Flossie Wright gently curled her lips, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Glenn, "it's your turn to step in."
With a lift of a hand, Glenn glanced over the notebook.
The notebook was half-closed, with a pen tucked in the middle.
Lowering his gaze, Glenn followed the pen and opened it.
