"Flossie Wright!"
The two had just left the cafeteria when an angry shout filled the air.
Belinda Nichols paused mid-step, glancing over at Flossie Wright's reaction and noticed she continued to walk forward without the slightest pause. She too didn't stop and followed Flossie onwards.
However—
The other party was clearly relentless.
After just a few steps, the sound of running footsteps echoed from behind, followed swiftly by a figure that dashed past and finally blocked Flossie Wright's way.
The one who stubbornly sought trouble was none other than Devina Millet, who had punched a hole in the dormitory door last night.
Standing there, seething with rage, she stared at Flossie Wright with eyes filled with anger and hatred.
"What is it?"
Flossie stopped and lazily asked her.
"I've got something to tell you," Devina glanced at Belinda, hinting that she wanted to speak to Flossie alone.
Belinda didn't move an inch.
