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

"Ms. Aisha, it turns out this whole mess has nothing to do with my sister. You owe her an apology."

Henrik's voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Why waste time explaining? When something important goes missing, just call the police," Rafael chimed in, his tone laced with arrogance.

Honestly, he thought Aisha was digging her own grave. Of all people to mess with, she chose Flora.

Aisha's smile faltered. Call the police? A celebrity getting involved with the cops would be a field day for the tabloids. She wanted to ruin Flora's reputation, not her own.

"Yes, let's get the police involved," Henrik agreed, picking up his phone and dialing.

The crowd was stunned. No one expected them to actually call the cops.

Seeing Henrik about to make the call, Aisha panicked. "Wait!"

Henrik held his phone, his finger hovering over the keypad, and gave her a cool look. "Ms. Aisha, feeling guilty?"

here, she seemed

had overreacted and quickly tried to regain her composure, her voice low and strained. "Rafael, I know you and Ms. Flora have a special relationship, and you're targeting me because of her. I get it. You know, as public

head, her shoulders

performance. A true white lotus, Aisha's

had deflected the issue

the deal with Rafael and

"Are they a couple?"

Florik Entertainment was a small company? Rafael, a top actor, worked with them without hesitation. There had

Rafael and Flora's

you're fooling?" Rafael smirked, casually draping an arm over Flora's shoulder, his smile roguish. "Though, I'd love to be what you're suggesting

felt a shiver at his repeated use of 'Ms. Flora.' She

hurt.

laughed and

Disgusting.