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

Chapter 1822

Amy flopped onto the couch, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of Fiona's mysterious words. Frustrated, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number, her voice firm and urgent. "I need everything on Fiona, and I need it now, whatever it takes!"

There was a long pause on the other end, and Amy's chest heaved with barely contained anger. "Answer me!"

"Amy, your time with the organization is almost up. Watch your tone."

Amy let out a derisive snort, her voice cold as ice. "And? You picked me for this job. I can walk anytime. As long as I'm here, you follow my lead."

"Fiona's information is locked down tight. I'll let the organization know what you said. Good luck."

The call ended, and in a fit of rage, Amy hurled her coffee cup to the floor and stormed out. As she opened the door, she bumped into her advisor, who was tending to a bandaged hand. Their eyes met, and the advisor quickly took in the mess, her anger flaring, though worry for Amy was plain on her face.

grumbled, wishing she could give Fiona a piece of her mind. She gently

Amy nodded, agreeing softly.

the office? I was just coming to clean it up," Amy said with

before starting to tidy up

no one had to finish the ten- thousand-word assignment, thanks to her convincing talk with the advisor. However, she still

caused quite a buzz, especially

the advisor's office, eavesdropping on

to hang around, stirring up trouble and leaving others to clean up. And to think she's supposed to be a high-society heiress!

She's not even from

dirty looks at Fiona and her friends who,

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classmates up the wall.