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

Chapter 1818

In the midst of the group, one of the girls, clearly relishing Jane's distress, ramped up her taunts. "Oh, Miss Taylor, give it a break, will you? Instead of throwing a fit, focus on cranking out that ten-thousand-word essay. We're all stuck in this mess because of you."

"Yeah, you owe us. Don't even try to weasel out of it."

"Owe you?" Fiona's voice, though quiet, was laced with enough edge to catch everyone's attention. Her words cut through the tension like a knife. "How old are you guys? Adults, right? Playing these silly games, aren't you embarrassed? Or maybe you just don't care about shame at all? If someone says 'jump,' you jump. What are you, under some kind of spell? So eager to please."

"That's the academic advisor. Who's brave enough to defy them?"

Fiona arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, if that's the case, then you deserve to write it. What's that got to do with us?"

It was crystal clear that Amy was pulling the strings here. Otherwise, why else would there be a demand for a ten-thousand-word essay for some so-called event? Did they seriously think college students had all the time in the world?

unless, of course, they were from wealthy families who coasted through just to snag a degree, with little concern for

girl was so flustered she couldn't muster a

time for her nonsense. She grabbed Jane's hand and shot a glance

to the academic advisor's office. Inside, Amy was lounging on the couch, two cups of bubble tea on the coffee table in front of her. The advisor, a woman, was chatting away with Amy, both

it over to the advisor, whose eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. Her gaze fixated on the pearls, though she pretended to be humble, waving her hand with a smile plastered on her

delightful and obedient I've seen. Don't you worry, I'll make sure you get a spot for the first

trio at the door caught this little exchange

No matter where

to grease the wheels, and they're not even

door, cutting into their conversation. Hearing the advisor invite