Flossie Wright was about to close the door.
"Wait!"
Watching her movements, Becca Reyes's mind instantly connected the dots and stopped Flossie Wright from closing the door.
"There's one more thing."
Grabbing Flossie Wright's wrist, Becca Reyes leaned forward earnestly and said to her.
"Speak."
Flossie Wright looked at her calmly and indifferently.
"Make sure your phone is charged, and don't put it on silent!" Becca Reyes instructed very seriously.
Meanwhile, the soldier at the driver's seat, preparing to start the Jeep, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fortunately, the laughter was too quiet and the wind too loud for anyone to hear it clearly.
However, Belinda Nichols, who just put her backpack into the back of the vehicle, passed by and gave the back of the driver's head a cool glance.
"...Oh."
After thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright nodded noncommittally.
"..."
Becca Reyes couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Fuck fuck fuck!
