Chapter 892

Flora had already tuned him out. While Adrian and the rest kept running laps, she casually pulled out her phone to pass the time.

Inside the Group Chat 257, the conversation was buzzing. It wasn't clear who had kicked it off, but a bunch of high-flyers were swapping some pretty cheeky jokes. Flora scrolled through, chuckling at the ones that tickled her fancy, even saving a few hilarious GIFs. Most

of the jokes didn't really do it for her, though.

She typed with one hand: "Send over a couple more."

Flora: "I've got some even better ones. Interested?"

No sooner had she sent the message than the chat fell silent, and then-

[Rafael deleted a message]

[Jules deleted a message]

[Racing's Top Dog deleted a message]

deleted

bigwigs from all sorts of fields were hurriedly deleting their messages. They'd assumed Flora wasn't around and felt bold enough to chat like that, but now... they'd been caught

seemed like the president had even better

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But clearly, they'd expected too much. Flora just stopped the car. They were totally let down. Adrian had talked such a big game earlier, and they'd secretly hoped Flora might pull a rabbit out of the hat, but now it looked more like a scare than

like that, how was she supposed to compete?

gripped the steering wheel tighter, making up his mind. No matter what, he had to clear things

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the Group

subject: "Flora, the Medical League's wrapped up, isn't it about time

the date? We'll come pick you

be a bit late; got some stuff to handle

"What's on

snapped a photo of the racetrack and sent it

kids,

Dog: "Boss, where are you? Who managed to

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