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?

families who coasted through just to snag a degree, with little concern for actual learning. They've got a safety net,

flustered

grabbed Jane's hand and shot a glance

way 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 of

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

been advising students for years, and you're the most delightful and obedient I've seen. Don't you worry,

little exchange and shared knowing looks, their

matter where

wheels, and

cutting into their conversation. Hearing the advisor invite them in, they stepped inside and stood before