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

The crew from Empire Base had arrived, no doubt here to back up Club 257.

Thinking about what they had just done to Crimson, a surge of intense fear gripped them. In their panic, they suddenly noticed Connor and Flora approaching with their group. And there, on the ground, they saw Crimson, barely alive and covered in blood.

"Miss Crimson!" Flora's voice cut through the crowd as she saw Crimson lying in a pool of blood, fury igniting in her eyes.

"The President! You're finally here!" The senior members of Club 257 cried out in relief upon seeing Flora. The President had finally returned. They had been helplessly suppressed by various factions, forced to watch Crimson be humiliated without being able to intervene. How they hated it!

Connor's presence struck fear into the hearts of the other factions, so much so that they failed to notice how Flora was being addressed. Step by step, Flora made her way into the villa, heading towards Crimson. The closer she got, the more horrifying the wounds on Crimson's body appeared.

Seeing Crimson, who seemed lifeless, Flora's breathing grew erratic and rapid. Rage and hatred filled her chest, her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fists so tightly that blood dripped from her palms, though she seemed numb to the pain.

deep ache in his heart but couldn't find the words to comfort her. Dozens of helicopters landed, and all

from the pool of blood, her eyes bloodshot. "Connor..." Her voice was hoarse as she called out, pausing before

Connor and Flora appeared,

Crimson was in critical condition, with internal bleeding in her head, multiple soft tissue

anything happens," Flora instructed the doctor, knowing that Crimson's life was

clear how those factions had pressured Crimson and how Susan had physically and verbally abused her. Those

Hmph...

the laptop shut,

people from the other factions have been taken care of as well; they won't be causing any trouble. Whatever you decide to do, I'm with you," Connor said gently, holding her hand, careful not to press on her wounds through the gauze. The warmth from