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

After hearing everything, Crimson's face turned a furious shade of red. She shot a cold glare at Mr. Atticus, her eyes icy with disdain.

"The Medical Organization, always living up to my low expectations," she sneered. "Shameless, as usual."

"Vice President Crimson, what's your move?" Mr. Atticus asked, confidence oozing from every pore. He was sure she'd cave to the temptation. Jules and Séraphine were just members of Club 257. Crimson would definitely hand them over.

"Come here for a sec," Crimson said, smiling as she gestured him over. Mr. Atticus, seeing her friendly demeanor, thought she was finally ready to cooperate and inwardly scoffed. Typical. He stood up, towering over her as he walked closer. "Speak."

Crimson's lips curved into a wicked smile, her face stunning yet menacing. Mr. Atticus was momentarily dazzled, but in the next instant, his expression twisted in shock. Crimson kicked him hard in the crotch! The kick was brutal. If he hadn't dodged just in time, he might have lost his future generations. Crimson followed up with another kick. This time, as Mr. Atticus instinctively shielded his groin, the blow landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He hit the marble floor with a thud, gasping in pain.

Hearing the ruckus, the staff rushed in. "Throw him out! And get every last person from the Medical Organization out of here!"

jerks had the nerve to target Flora again! The

Mr. Atticus roared, both enraged and humiliated, his eyes bloodshot. "You dare humiliate

signaling the staff to pause as she approached the door

his mouth. "Listen here, I don't know the meaning of fear. Let's see if the Medical

eyes wide with terror. He knew

ordered, disgust

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he was well-known as the Medical Organization's representative in dealings with various

all members of the Medical Organization, tossing their luggage out