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

The man who'd been floored took his sweet time getting back on his feet, feeling like someone had taken out his bones, the pain was just that intense. Thankfully, a few folks nearby helped him up. His face was a bloody mess, enough to make the girls around him gasp and take a few steps back.

"Jackson, have you lost your mind? This is the main Woods estate, not your branch over in the Capital. Who do you think you are? Sure, you're a legitimate heir, but so is he don't get any big ideas."

"Exactly. We grew up in the States. When it comes to background, experience, and connections, you can't hold a candle to any of us here."

The injured guy wiped his precious face, every inch of him still aching. He was determined to make Jackson pay for this.

"You think you can just waltz into the Woods family? Not happening!" he said, blocking the doorway with a smug look, his confidence probably coming from his powerful family backing him. He sneered at Jackson, "The Capital is nothing compared to the States. Jackson, you think you're up to my level? Think again." Just as he finished, a deep voice boomed from behind him, snapping him to attention and wiping away any trace of his earlier swagger.

same attendant who'd been chatting with Jackson and Kimberly earlier. He'd waited until Jackson and Kimberly were getting pushed around before making his grand entrance, and Jackson

wide with panic, his

heirs were adults, they could squabble all they wanted behind closed doors, even if it got ugly. But fighting in public? That was a big no-no. If caught, punishments ranged from a serious beating

punishments was none other

the one the younger Woods generation

fairness, he treated everyone the same, no playing favorites. Some even tried to take him out,

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