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

He suddenly felt a wave of déjà vu. Hadn't he once incited this very crowd to demand an apology from Crimson? Now, he was in the exact same situation Crimson had faced! Realizing this, Mr. Atticus broke out in a cold sweat.

From the start, when Flora challenged him to a battle of wits, it had all been her plan! She had intentionally aimed to crush him psychologically, predicting this very scene! How could this woman be so diabolical?

Flora, resting her chin on her hand, watched Mr. Atticus, who was now surrounded by the crowd, with a casual interest. A smirk played on her lips as she said, "They're about to die..."

The faces of the powerful families' representatives turned pale, and they pressed Mr. Atticus even harder to apologize to Flora, even resorting to physical force. Mr. Atticus clenched his teeth, refusing to yield. Flora, losing interest in the spectacle, stood up, dusted off her clothes nonchalantly, and turned to leave.

Seeing her about to leave for real, Mr. Atticus panicked. He had been holding on, convinced that Flora wouldn't actually let them die, especially since this was happening at Club 257. If these people died, Club 257 couldn't escape the blame.

But seeing Flora's indifferent attitude, his confidence crumbled. This woman was too reckless, carrying an air of utter destruction. He didn't dare to gamble.

if they were about to expire at any second. In desperation, Mr. Atticus called out to

I'll apologize! Just save them,

no other choice. He schemed to have Flora save them first, then renege

saw through his plan clearly. She chuckled, returned, and took a seat. Then, she raised her hand. At that moment, Connor placed paper and pen in her hand. Their coordination was seamless. Flora placed the paper and pen on the table, her gaze indifferent as she looked at Mr. Atticus. "Write the apology letter first. I dictate,

quickly retorted, "Save them first! Didn't you

a teasing smile on her lips. "I won't go back on my word, but whether you will is another matter. Write the

his cool earlier, but his words were already out. If he backtracked now, the representatives

deep breath, Mr. Atticus resignedly picked up the

representing the medical organization Atticus, shamelessly

down on the table. He couldn't bring himself to write any further! What was this mess? It was

"Don't go too far!"