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

Chapter 982

She was absolutely fuming-ugh, Flora again! Was this woman out to sabotage her life on purpose or what? She'd almost been pushed out of the industry because of her before, and now, the moment she gets back, Flora snatches her opportunity away! Cecelia and Diego had been scratching their heads over why the director suddenly did a 180, but after hearing his explanation, they couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. I mean, come on, that's their leading lady! How incredible! How fierce! Even though she's not actively in the entertainment scene, her legend still echoes through it. "Alright, Cecelia, so it's agreed. We'll start in half a month. I'll have someone send the contract over to your agent soon. If you've got any demands, just let us know." Cecelia beamed, "Sure thing, Mr. Director."

The chat went smoothly, but Aisha ended up being the punchline of the day. Once outside, Cecelia couldn't help but marvel, "Wow, our leading lady is really something. She got me a role without even showing up!" Diego was bursting with pride too. "What's the big deal? It's just a role," Aisha snapped, already seething, and now Cecelia's words were like salt in her wounds. She couldn't help but think Cecelia was rubbing it in. "Yep, just a role," Cecelia said with a blinding smile. "But I got it, and you, unfortunately, are leaving empty-handed."

"Why're you calling me grandma?" Cecelia teased, pretending to clean her ears. She'd never been known for her patience. When she first crossed paths with Flora, they nearly came to blows. Was she supposed to be afraid of Aisha?

"Cecelia!" Aisha was furious.

Her unflinching attitude only made Aisha even angrier. "Would you have gotten this role without Henrik? Everyone knows you're close to him. Who knows how you ended up in his bed!" Aisha spat, not noticing Cecelia's eyes slowly filling with fire. "And what does Mr. Raul even see in you, you-"

the air. Cecelia rubbed her wrist, eyes locked on Aisha. "Wanna say

was crossing a line. She'd promised leading lady she'd steer clear of

Aisha was dumbfounded; no one had ever

fight? Bring it on!" Cecelia rolled up her sleeves, the

the spoiled heiress,

her steam in front of Cecelia. She couldn't fight back, so she resorted to insults: "You're so vulgar! Let

shadow looming behind her, became flustered and urgently tugged at Aisha, signaling her

"Mr. Raul," Cecelia

and saw Henrik approaching, looking every bit the gentleman he always

hint of a smile,

maybe even a bit cold