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

Crimson let out a cold, twisted smile before slamming her foot down on Susan's mouth.

"Looking to die, huh? I'll help you out!"

"Let her go!"

The sudden intervention from other faction members, witnessing Crimson's attack on Susan, sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Susan was Mr. Atticus's protégé, after all! Crimson had already crossed the line with Mr. Atticus, and now hitting his disciple only made things worse. They knew they'd be the ones to pay the price. They quickly moved to pull Crimson and Susan apart, using their numbers to their advantage.

Susan was helped up, her face swollen like a balloon, with a clear shoeprint marking her cheek. Furious, she shook off the hands helping her, eyes blazing as she glared at Crimson, who was being held back by others.

With a swift motion, she slapped Crimson across the face, the sound echoing through the space.

Crimson, pinned down, couldn't fight back and had to take the hit. But Susan wasn't done; she slapped Crimson over a dozen more times.

"Enough already!"

had no interest in the feud between

master wanted an apology,

the crowd agreed with Elio. They didn't believe their poisoning had anything to do

involved?" Others tried to downplay the situation, thinking a few slaps wouldn't kill anyone. They just wanted Susan to calm down so they could

needed her; if she wasn't happy, they could forget

Hurts, doesn't it? Kneel and apologize, and maybe I'll

her to look up. What kind of vice-president was she now, no better than a dog, her life in Susan's hands? The thought brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to Susan. "Ptui!" Crimson spat out a mouthful of blood. "Who do you think you are, demanding an apology from me? If you've got the guts, kill me now. Leave me breathing, and I swear I'll make you pay back a hundredfold for

"You're asking for it!"

slid to the ground, weak and

"Stop it!"

kick Crimson again, Elio stepped forward, looking at Crimson curled up on the ground, barely breathing. A