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

Chapter 13

“The jersey you’re wearing. I had it custom–made by a designer for $7,000

“The wristband, I bought it, $900

“The watch, also my purchase, $19,000”

“Those shoes on your feet, I bought them for $10,000

Flora stated the facts calmly, and as she listed the figures one by one, the room erupted in astonishment

Goodness, a jersey for $7,000 Shoes for $10,000!

Every guy in the room was intergally roaring.

‘Hey, Flora, are you in need of a boyfriend?‘

We can do it! We really can!

As Florn went down the list, Aaron’s face tumed as red as a beet. “Flors, have you had enough?

“Even the underwear you’re wearing. I bought that too.”

Flora chuckled, “What on you wasn’t bought by me? Without me, with your dismal grades, do you think you could have gotten into Westbrook High School? For the past two years, I’ve been taking care of your every need. I’ve spent no less than $700,000 on you”

Everyone looked at Aaron with a nuanced expression. It turned out he was a trophy boy.

spend it on him. However, Aaron was living off Flors while acting all high and mighty at school, as if

That

was crossing

Aaron His face turned fierce, and

but Flora

you live off my dime, yet you look down on me. Just in bank transfers alone, I’ve sent you over $400,000, and the records are still there,

it’s too dirty. Everything about you is just too filthy. I basically threw that money

away

first saw him, he was wearing a

frugality to luxury but

brands, Aaron could never go back. His bad

Flora

a single dorm room. Actually, the Irving family’s house wasn’t far from the school, but Flora, from her previous life, didn’t get along with her family. Also, to be closer to Aaron,

donated a building, so the school prepared a single dorm

books on her desk was covered in dust. After cleaning them, she sat down to

Flora’s unusual behavior. She, who had never touched a

ended.

the pages in an unnatural speed, breezing

at a loss seeing her, reading ‘ke that wouldn’t likely lodge knowledge in her brain. They thought it better she read books than play all day, so

had a photographic memory, Humanities were not a problem for her, but

but think of Connor.

highlight the pile of books in the background. After editing the photo for about twenty minutes, she was quite satisfied and

so tiring.

end, Connor held his phone, looking at the chat with a, his

wearing pajamas, makeup–free. Her eyes were red, looking on the verge of

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