Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

The island was huge, easily accommodating thousands of people. As soon as Connor and his crew stepped foot on it, they drew countless stares. Everyone here wore masks, and Connor and Flora had chosen Phoenix ones. But there was no mistaking the Empire Base emblem engraved on their collars.

"Empire Base folks are here too?"

"This year's conference is going to be something else."

Not only had Empire Base shown up, but even the medical organization's people were here. Club 257 really knew how to pull a crowd.

"Who's that woman with H? His new flame?"

"I thought H wasn't into women?"

"Look at how sultry she is. Just her figure screams wild in bed. Forget H, even I can barely hold myself back."

This comment got a round of low chuckles.

But their gossip stayed hushed. Empire Base wasn't a group to mess with, and H was notoriously ruthless. Messing with him was a death wish.

What they didn't notice were the furious faces of a few Club 257 members behind them. Talking trash about their chairman? Clearly, these guys had a death wish.

They were about to make a move when someone beat them to it. A chair flew through the air like a missile, and the next second, the three laughing men were struck down, collapsing onto the ground. "Ouch! Who did that?! Who's got a death wish?!"

The three men felt like their ribs were about to be shattered by the iron chair. They struggled to get up, only to be slammed down again by another bench, coughing up blood and looking pitiful. This time, they saw who did it.

A tall figure stood at the top of a five-step staircase, eyes beneath the mask glaring coldly. An aura of menace and gloom surrounded him, dropping the temperature to freezing.

The moment they locked eyes with him, the three men started trembling uncontrollably.

Oh no!

H heard everything!

"Think life's too long? I can fix that."

Connor's menacing aura was palpable.

His voice was icy.

Damn it, to use such filthy language about his girl.

The three men's faces turned green and white. While they weren't as powerful as Empire Base, they weren't weak. Being humiliated like this in public was unbearable.

But under Connor's gaze, it felt like an invisible hand was choking them, leaving them speechless.

"Guests, please let me show you to your rooms," a staff member quickly intervened, trying to defuse the situation.

Connor's face was still dark until the girl gently squeezed his hand, easing his anger a bit.

"Connor, let's head upstairs."

These nobodies weren't worth her time. Connor dealing with them felt like a waste to her.

Connor grunted in agreement and started up the stairs.

The three men gasped for air, feeling like they'd just dodged death.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

H... was even scarier than the rumors said...

"What's so great about that? The woman was asking for it, and we can't talk about it?"

"Just Empire Base, and they think they're untouchable? This is Club 257's turf!"

With Connor gone, they got cocky again, feeling their earlier submission was embarrassing. They wanted to regain some dignity with their words.

They didn't notice the cold stares from several Club 257 members behind them.

Old P, known as the King of Poison, toyed with a small gourd in his hand and sneered.

Great, they've really pissed us off now.

Let's see how they like my new poison.