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..."

scream. Before he could finish, Flora's foot came crashing down on his

the ground, coughing up blood, staring up in agony

listen to me," Flora's eyes were icy cold, the corners of her eyes filled with a destructive madness, "If anything happens to Crimson, I swear, I'll make

turned and sprinted towards

...

in if the door stayed shut. Several employees of Club

took a deep

her, ready to prevent any potential riot from the

the room, Crimson's phone on the table started

caused this mess, and

the various forces was quickly fading. They were still wary of Club 257, so they hadn't gone all out yet, but if Club 257 pushed them too far, they were ready

and make her