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!"

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an apology, not for you

Elio. They didn't believe their poisoning had anything to do

just a spat between women. Why get 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 get the

improved Susan's mood. They still needed her; if she wasn't happy, they could forget about getting the

Kneel and apologize, and maybe I'll let

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

"You're asking for it!"

body slid to the ground, weak

"Stop it!"

Crimson curled