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

Chapter 1841

Jackson stepped out of Woods Corporation, a sleek black umbrella in hand, leading Fiona right past Pearl on purpose.

His Fiona had never been treated so badly before, and if Pearl liked making people wait in the sun, then it was only fair she got a taste of that herself.

Pearl was already half-collapsed under the blazing sun, sweat soaking her shirt, her face pale, makeup completely gone. Empty water bottles were scattered around her feet, but no matter how much she drank, she couldn't cool off. The second she spotted Fiona, her eyes nearly shot daggers. But then she noticed Jackson, and a shred of reason kept her from doing anything stupid.

She dragged herself over, nearly stumbling, then rushed up to them, desperation written all over her face. "Mr. Woods, Ms. Fiona, I was wrong. I swear, I won't do it again."

Fiona stayed quiet. Jackson glanced at his watch-Pearl had only been out here half an hour and she was a mess already, while his Fiona had once stood outside for ten minutes. This was nothing.

"Security," Jackson said, voice low.

Two guards immediately stepped up, pulling Pearl away. She struggled, then fainted in the commotion.

the States decided to throw their weight around—especially when it came to putting bullies in

barbecue. They wanted the real deal: smoky street food, the kind you could only

down, hands linked as they wandered through the night market. Fiona hadn't had street food in ages. Ever since she came to

too much, grabbing cold beers, and digging

too much attention, because it wasn't long before a group

give me your number! We should hang out

No problem, bring her

way too hard to be edgy, practically bathed in cheap perfume, sidled up. The smell made Fiona's eyes sting, but instead

something. But before she could enjoy the show, a few guys surrounded her, tossing out

pickup lines they'd tried

a word, just calmly ignored the whole scene. The wannabe bad boys and their friends were left looking stunned, not used to being brushed off by anyone, let alone a

the ringleader, stepped forward, trying to act tough, "Hey, pretty boy, just give us your number and maybe we'll let you walk away. Otherwise,