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

"Alright, I won't say it," Connor chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll gross myself out."

He then turned to Moss, "You say it for me."

The two played off each other so well that Abbey was practically fuming, her nose nearly twitching with anger.

Gross?

She's gross?

Even talking is gross??

Everyone else in the room was stifling their laughter out of respect for Abbey, except for Kruz and Adrian, who were doubled over, laughing without a care.

Ethan couldn't help but let a smirk slip. What was she going to do? Flora wasn't as bad as she initially thought.

"Yes, boss," Moss responded seriously, then turned to Abbey, enunciating each word slowly, "Ms. Abbey, as I recall, all answer sheets for major events on Lone Island are uniformly printed and, more importantly, each one is numbered." Abbey's face turned pale as Moss's words sank in.

How did he know!

"The numbers are in sequential order. We can just check the sequence numbers of the answer sheets from Flora's exam hall and compare them with these. Everything will be clear."

Moss's voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly through the room.

shred of color drained

secret known only to

printing and the organization of the

How did Connor know...

out, which was why she

was in awe of Connor and incredibly excited. "Did you hear that? Moss said every sheet is numbered. Let's check the

grabbed the sheets from the table. "If

"Wait!"

guilty?"

bit her lip hard, panic

They can't check.

They absolutely can't check!

to think

"Director White!"

staff member's respectful voice came from outside

of people stormed in, led

a cane. Despite his age, his powerful

Abbey sighed in relief but felt a

Grandfather's arrival meant this