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

Chapter 1022

Aisha strutted around, not even bothering to give an assistant a second glance. Flora, who had her hand resting on Cecelia's shoulder, pulled it back and rubbed her wrist. This was just too ridiculous; she didn't even feel like playing along anymore. Just as she was about The director hurried over, seeing the two of them ready to clash, and felt like his spirit had left his body. How did these two manage to get into it again? The staff had dragged him in because they couldn't handle this situation.

to make a move, the director rushed in, clearly flustered: "Hey, what on earth are you two up to now?"

Having been filled in on the drama, he approached Aisha with a soothing voice: "Aisha, darling, you've been at this for so long, maybe it's time for a breather? You're naturally stunning, just a few shots and you look amazing!"

"Director, weren't you the one who said we should aim for perfection?" Aisha's voice was sugary sweet. "Plus, my godfather invested forty million, so it's not too much for me to shoot a bit longer, right?"

The director's brow twitched, barely able to tolerate Aisha, but with forty million on the line, he swallowed his pride. Turning to Cecelia, he said, "Cecelia, how about this-there's another studio nearby. I'll get a few photographers over there, and we can shoot. Afterward, dinner's on me."

Cecelia gave him a cool look. "Director, do you think I'm that easy to sway?"

bit fiery. At heart, she was

for a reason. Don't you know who should be leaving?" Cecelia crossed

slack," the director pleaded softly. "Aisha's brought in forty million,

smug satisfaction. Forty million was nothing to scoff at. Cecelia, who was supposedly Henrik's favorite, should try getting Henrik to fork over

remained unfazed. Why should she get pushed around just because

Why are you still here? Why not just

"Fifty million-I'll cover it."

her pockets, gave Aisha a lazy

aback, staring at Flora in

comprehend her boldness. Where did she get the nerve to keep making

like she was out of her mind. "You'll cover it? Do you even realize how much fifty