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

Crimson chuckled and said, "Flora darling, hand over the gun. There's no need for you to dirty your hands, don't wear yourself out." As she spoke, she smoothly took the gun from Flora's hand; her hand wasn't fully healed yet and needed to be taken care of. "Absolutely, President, just sit back and let us handle it!" Buzz Cut chimed in thoughtfully. They had all shown up, so there was no way they'd let the President handle things herself. This time, everyone noticed he was addressing Flora. Wait, Flora is the President he was talking about? President...

Karter murmured to himself, watching as Flora's expression shifted dramatically. Could she really be the legendary President F of Club 257?

Adrian's eyes widened with shock. He had definitely heard of F's renowned reputation-mysterious and powerful. Their group of privileged heirs even looked up to F as an idol, and to think Flora was F? Wow, that's incredible!

"President, what should we do with these people? Just finish them off, or give them a taste of misery first?" Buzz Cut's eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty edge as he surveyed the bodyguards sprawled on the ground, along with Karter and Adrian, sending shivers down anyone he laid eyes on.

With her hand resting on the armrest, Flora kept her eyes lowered, saying nothing. Buzz Cut assumed her silence was agreement. These folks had made the President this furious, getting everyone involved it was clear they had done something truly unforgivable. No way they could be let off the hook.

"Alright then, just take them out and deal with them. Don't let them dirty the President's sight." As soon as Buzz Cut finished speaking, a group surged forward, dragging the bodyguards out by their legs. "Flora!" Adrian, too, was grabbed, and in desperation, he shouted.

"What the hell, Flora, what are you blabbering about?" Buzz Cut snapped, his face twisted into a fierce scowl. The President wasn't married yet, and calling her Flora was a blatant disrespect?

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won't speak at all-take his tongue out!" They weren't exactly good people, and these folks had angered the President to such an extent Ripping out their tongues wasn't enough; even breaking their limbs and tossing them into a pit of snakes seemed too mild Who told them to mess with the President!

Crimson watched coldly from the sidelines, indifferent to anyone else's fate, her focus solely on Flora.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Buzz Cut moved to pry open Adrian's mouth, a coldly glinting knife poised to reach inside.

"Mmm, mmm!" Adrian couldn't utter a word, only shaking his head desperately, eyes filled with terror. "Adrian!" Karter was pinned down, unable to move, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Young master!" Ryan shouted in panic. He knew no matter what they said, Buzz Cut wouldn't stop. Only Flora could halt him. He screamed, "Ms. Flora, you can't treat the young master like this! Do you know why he calls out Adrian? Adrian, Adrian, he misses Flora! Ms. Flora!"

Flora's hand paused on the armrest. Her lips moved as if to speak, but before she could, her face changed suddenly She leapt to her feet, grabbing Buzz Cut's arm and

yanking him aside. At that mome

"Bang!" A bullet whizzed past Buzz Cot's ear, embedding itself in the wall!

Had Flora not reacted quickly, pulling Buzz Cut away, that shot would have landed right between his eyes.

Buzz Cut broke into a cold sweat; his attention had been solely on Adrian, oblivious to everyone else.

Outside, a massive crowd poured in, hundreds strong, led by the heads of major families. Among them was the one who'd fired the shot.

"How did you guys get here?" Karter, relieved that Adrian was safe, felt his heart tighten again at the sight of them.