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

Chapter 1842

"You filthy bitch, you should be grateful I even notice you. Don't think you can get away with that attitude. Once I've had my fun, I'll sell you off and see how long you keep acting tough."

He reached out, but before he could touch her, Jackson jabbed the metal skewer —still slick from the barbecue-straight through the back of the guy's hand, pinning it flat against the table.

That was the last straw. Jackson's icy anger spread through the night air. He yanked the skewer out, not even blinking. Fiona calmly swallowed her last bite of steak, then BAM-the table went flying.

Fiona was on them in a flash, landing kick after kick. It only took seconds for the gang of trashy girls to end up on the ground, groaning. The men barely had time to react before Jackson dropped them too.

"You crazy bitch, you dare hit me? Do you even know who I am? This whole strip is my turf! Lay a finger on me and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

Still mouthing off? Guess they hadn't been taught a real lesson yet.

the chaos of the night market. Their screams echoed through

of tourists, clueless about what was happening, tried to

are out of control! Beating people up right in public? I'm recording

them go! Look what you've

police. Just because you know a little martial

and order here. You'll get what's

didn't bother arguing.

much it

falls, no snowflake

necks and arms, they made sure none of the bullies could crawl away. Both Wore plain clothes and masks, blending in with the crowd-no one

internet fame, paid to push the video viral. It blew