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

Kruz:

Why does this sound so familiar?

It felt like he'd said the exact same thing before, and then ended up loving it.

He coughed and said, "I gotta go, I'm at the airport now."

"Hey, wait a sec." Ethan's voice came through the phone. "Can you bring me back some peach blossom pastries?"

"With so many servants at home, can't you ask one of them? Why do I have to do it?"

"Are you gonna bring them or not? If not, I'll tell Mom about that sports car you've been hiding-"

"Fine, I'll bring them!"NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Kruz spat out the words through gritted teeth before hanging up, feeling like he was at the bottom of the food chain!

...

Lone Island.

The Falcone family.

Ethan stared at the phone for a moment, then opened up Connor's social media.

Her older brother rarely posted anything, but recently there was almost a post every other day, all retweets from some woman named Flora.

- I want to devour you along with the twilight.

-Who needs to see the world when seeing you is enough.

- Oh, Mr. Connor, even my hair strands are wired to love you.

Ethan, a no-nonsense kind of girl, looked at these sickly sweet messages, her face scrunching up like a pretzel.

How could such a pretentious woman be the Flora that Kruz, that big lug, talked about? Beautiful and fierce, with top-notch racing skills, capable of knocking down a strong man with one punch? Hmph, she knew he was exaggerating. This kind of woman doesn't deserve to be her Flora. She's just like that despicable girl who tried to seduce their brother, absolutely disgusting.

"Miss," a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, followed by a servant's voice, "Ms. Abbey is here, the lady asks for you downstairs."

"Got it." Ethan replied reluctantly, opening the door to leave. "What's she doing here?"

The servant replied respectfully, "Ms. Abbey is heading to Austenberg for a medical conference, so she came to say goodbye to the lady."

...

After sending off that wild child Kruz, Flora returned to the Irving family, wanting to check on her father and brother.

In the car, she received a video from Crimson.

In the video, Orla was kneeling on the ground, humiliated, looking at the camera and apologizing, "Flora, I'm sorry..." "Louder," Crimson's lazy voice came from off-screen.

"I'm sorry!" Orla screamed in despair,

and after saying those three words, she started to cry, "I was wrong, 1 apologize for what I did to you before, please forgive me.

The video lasted a full two minutes. Flora propped her chin on her hand and watched quietly.

Crimson didn't bother hiding Orla. The medical organization already knew, and to be precise, all the connected forces on the internet were aware. But so what?

What could the medical organization do to them?

Club 257 had the guts and the resources. Who else could casually bring out several boxes of special medicine?

Just based on that, the medical organization wouldn't dare to touch Crimson for a while.

All the forces were guessing whether Club 257 had connections with a family on Lone Island. For now they were both respectful and fearful of Club 257.

"Flora darling, do you feel vindicated?" Crimson called her through a video call right after the video ended.

Flora raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.

An Orla had never been in her sights.

"By the way, Flora darling, there's something I need to tell you, it's about that boy Howell."

"What happened to him?"

"I reckon this time he's truly smitten." Crimson sighed, "Do you still remember Selene? After she returned to the medical organization, she was locked up and suffered a lot. Howell came to me, hoping! could get her out."

Flora frowned. Selene was locked up?

It probably had something to do with her.

Atticus must have realized she and Selene knew each other. After losing face, he took out all his anger on Selene.

"Flora darling, what do you think?"

Now, the only one who could save Selene was Flora.