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

Chapter 1454

"Yes, sir," came the quick reply.

"The guest in Box 07 seems to be the secret owner of the Golden Hotel."

The secret owner of the Golden Hotel? Isn't that someone who's supposed to be in their thirties or forties? Jackson's handsome brows knitted together. He'd sensed Fiona wasn't just any girl, but he hadn't expected her to be connected to the Golden Hotel's owner. Given the age, it couldn't possibly be the puppy love he'd imagined.

The last time she and Nash came to dine with their classmates, even the Golden Hotel manager seemed extra courteous to her. Jackson's lips curled into a sly smile, entertaining a bold guess. Maybe he'd cracked the mystery of this girl's identity.

Fiona had once mentioned having an uncle who wasn't very nice, but that sounded more like a stretch than the truth. She did have an uncle, but he wasn't poor or unkind. It's very likely he's the secret owner of the Golden Hotel.

Jackson chuckled softly, hung up the phone, and slipped it into his pocket, his chin slightly raised, showcasing his flawless profile.

Adam, having finished off an entire roast chicken, noticed Jackson's good mood and his knowing expression. Curious, Adam asked, "Jackson, what's up?"

"Just learned something interesting," Jackson replied with a light smile.

bit baffled and studying Jackson's face, suddenly had an idea, "Jackson, you were gone a while. Did you

gave him a look, sat

still curious about who Fiona was dining with, couldn't help but ask, "So,

That girl wouldn't really be dating behind our backs, would she?" "Quit your wild guessing," Jackson said casually. "Fiona and that man aren't in that kind of relationship." If he was right, that man was

...

Fiona and Henrik had finished their meal. Henrik drove her back to

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time, she'd crossed line. Signing up for an international show

you want Auntie to come and pamper you?" Fiona teased