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

The idea of her visit was to test Connor's loyalty. She swayed her hips as she walked over to where Connor lay on the bed and seductively perched herself on his lap.

"Get out!"

Connor shot up, pressing his back against the wall, his fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged alarmingly. The room, which had been filled with an atmosphere of temptation just moments before, now felt chillingly sinister around him, dispelling any hint of seduction.

"You're already this frustrated; do you really not want me?" she purred, continuing to sway her hips as she approached him, peeling off her clothes as she moved.

She stopped when she was down to just a red slip. Her figure, barely concealed by the thin fabric, was a siren's call, her eyes sultry and inviting, like a temptress luring her prey.

Connor averted his gaze, refusing to give her a second look. When she lunged at him, his patience snapped. Despite his principle of never laying hands on a woman, he kicked her away. "Get the hell away from me!"

The kick, powered by most of his strength, forced him to half-kneel from the exertion. A terrifying aura spread around him.

On the other end of the surveillance, Rafael, Louie, and the others shuddered involuntarily. This version of Connor was downright terrifying!

Old P swallowed hard; the dose he'd given Connor was triple what an ordinary person could handle. Anyone else would have been bedridden, yet Connor was able to exert such force! "Let's call it off. Any more of this, and we'll have a real problem on our hands," Louie said, frowning.

Rafael's gaze was intense as he watched Connor on the monitor. His endurance spoke volumes about his love for Flora. To push further would only make things more complicated with Flora. "Get the antidote," Rafael ordered before rushing out. A staffer burst in, panic-stricken: "Bad news! The President is on her way here!"

Rafael, Louie, and Old P all turned pale. Flora was coming?

As soon as the staffer finished speaking, the door was kicked open, revealing a grim-faced Flora.

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Flora looked furious. She had returned from Crimson's place only to find Connor missing. After asking around, she learned that Rafael and his group had taken Connor. She didn't need to guess to know they were up to no good.

"Um... Flora..." Seeing their reaction, Flora knew something was wrong. Her expression grew even colder.

Just then, she heard noises behind them. "Move!" she commanded.

Rafael and the others reluctantly stepped aside, allowing Flora to see the surveillance footage on the computer. In the video, Connor was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, his face and hands covered in bulging veins, drenched in sweat, seemingly enduring extreme pain.

Flora's face changed drastically, and she turned to leave, with Rafael and the others quickly following.

They had just reached the door when they heard a woman's scream from inside. Flora stopped in her tracks, causing Rafael and the others to gulp. Had Connor lost control? They should have kept a closer watch on the surveillance!

"Open the door!" Flora's voice was icy!

Old P hurriedly took out the key, and the moment the door opened, a woman wearing only a slip dashed out.