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

Mr. Atticus gasped for breath, sweat dripping heavily from his forehead as he glared daggers at Flora and Connor. How dare they! How dare they treat him like this! Without him, how would they cure the poison?

"Talk, or don't you?" Connor's patience was running thin, a cold glint in his dark eyes, his voice hoarse and menacing, like a tidal wave crashing towards Mr. Atticus.

"It wasn't me. What do you want me to say?" Mr. Atticus tried to keep his fear at bay, gritting his teeth. His disciples were still here; if he showed weakness now, he'd lose all authority. Connor's eyes narrowed, and he coldly spat out, "Break his legs."

"Wait...!" Mr. Atticus was genuinely terrified now. He had no doubt Connor meant every word—he would really cripple him!

Swallowing hard, his voice trembling, he said, "You're wasting your time with me. You should be checking on Crimson! If you're too late, you might not even find a body!"

Flora's expression changed at the mention of 'Crimson.' "What have you done to her?"

Mr. Atticus smirked, pleased with her reaction. He knew Crimson was important to them. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Why don't you go see for yourselves? But you'd better hurry, or else..."

foot came crashing

blood, staring

filled with a destructive madness, "If anything happens to Crimson, I

Flora turned and sprinted towards

...

to break in if the door stayed shut.

Crimson took a deep breath and said, "Someone has

by her, protecting her, ready to prevent any potential riot from the

Crimson's phone on the table started vibrating

257 have caused this mess, and you're still hiding

wary of Club 257, so they hadn't gone

just storm in! Grab Crimson and