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

Chapter 1051

When Beck spoke up, the cops handed the phone over to Blake without hesitation. Blake knew Beck was just itching to see her squirm, but she took the phone anyway and dialed her dad's number. She held onto a tiny hope that he'd find a sliver of fatherly love to bail

them out.

The call connected after just one ring.

"Why is it you!" Her dad's voice was ice-cold and laced with anger. "Blake, I must be cursed to have a daughter like you. You're on the brink of destroying the overseas company I built. Daughters are nothing but trouble, damn it! You'd be better off rotting in jail!" With that, he slammed the phone down.

"Dad..." Blake's voice cracked.

Blake hung her head, tears finally streaming down her face. Her dad was even more ruthless than she'd feared. To him, she and Lydia were just burdens, unwanted and unloved.

Noticing her tears, Beck showed no compassion, twisting the knife further. "Blake, you plagiarized Ms. Flora's paper. We'll drag this lawsuit out as long as we can. If you end up having to pay, it'll be at least ten million. Can't cough up that kind of cash? Then it's off to jail for you." Blake knew her dad wouldn't come to her rescue. Without ten million on hand, prison was her only option.

"Better get comfy; this is just the beginning," Beck sneered, his tone as cold as ice. No way the Haines family was letting the Neville sisters off the hook that easily. Their troubles were just getting started. Lydia and Blake clung to each other, sobbing, but no one showed them any sympathy. Kaylee, Howell, and Beck all wore indifferent expressions.

Once they left the station, Howell drove Kaylee back to school. As soon as they were gone, Beck whipped out his phone and eagerly called Connor. "Boss, I've cracked another of Ms. Flora's aliases!" ""She's Rose!"

on the other end, just gave a

Moss. As soon as Moss picked up, Beck shouted, "Moss! You owe me a month of

Moss: "...Get lost."

fact that Ms.

something

obvious, anyone could see it.

make a

swnt

Beck to have a win, so he bet that Ms. Flora wasn't Rose. Otherwise, Beck wouldn't have stood a chance. Had he

...

the bedroom, Connor

bed, engrossed in her phone. Wrapped in

can you hand me the

charger, and handed it to her. "Here you go, Rose."

She looked up, puzzled.

are you

amazing," Connor said, massaging her back to prevent any strain. "Rose." Flora:

never realized my