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

When Fiona laid eyes on Tyler, her face softened noticeably. The tension that had been gripping the room started to ease up, and the heavy atmosphere began to

lift.

Tyler's hands were tied with rough rope, his wrists bruised and showing traces of blood. Fiona narrowed her eyes, a sharp gleam flickering in her gaze.

"Now that I've brought him to you, let my granddaughter go," the old man's deep voice echoed with authority.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Fiona, almost as if he was ready to pounce. But Fiona didn't flinch. Her face was calm as she met his gaze. "I'm taking Tyler out of here."

"No way!" A girl's piercing voice sliced through the air, causing Fiona to wince. She shouted at the old man, "Grandpa, you can't let them leave! If Jules goes with her, I'd rather die."

the whole story, but she stared at the people around her with a cool detachment. Her focus remained on the old man-clearly the only one with real

a showdown. What really puzzled her was how such old-school traditions

and aunt had shown up at the school looking for him, they'd dropped plenty

want her gone! She's trying to take Jules from me. Hurry before it's too late,

old man

you. But since you barged in

help but chuckle inwardly

"I'm not here to chit-chat. I came to take Tyler. If I can't, then this little darling won't be safe

catch her breath after being kicked, pointing at Fiona and yelling like a banshee, "You little brat, you've got some nerve! You think a few years of schooling makes you hot stuff? Threatening murder and acting like a street thug-do you think I won't

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