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.

wasn’t really a big deal since Flora was willing to spend it on him. However, Aaron was living off Flors while acting all high and mighty at school,

That

was crossing

stinging Aaron His

her, but Flora stepped

me. Just in bank transfers alone, I’ve sent you over

Everything about you is just too filthy. I basically threw that

Flora walked away

rural background. When Flora first saw him, he was wearing a faded blue shirt and

to adapt from frugality to luxury but hard to return to frugality

and high brands, Aaron could never

Flora returned to her

wasn’t far from the school, but Flora, from her

so the school prepared a single dorm room just

pile of books on her desk was covered in dust. After

noticed Flora’s unusual behavior. She, who had never touched a book before, was now seen reading

ended.

she flipped through the pages in an unnatural speed, breezing through several

brain. They thought it better she read books than play all day, so they

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

a while, she fell sleepy and couldn’t help but think of Connor. She was wondering what he

took a selfie with her phone, making sure to highlight the pile of books in the background. After editing the photo

is so tiring. Studying

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

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

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