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

Chapter 1843

The livestream chat was blowing up with worried comments, everyone telling her to stay safe and not to get caught. Of course, there were also skeptics accusing her of faking drama just for attention-but she quickly muted those voices, leaving only the supportive ones to fill the feed.

"Alright, everyone, I'm turning the camera around so you can see what's happening inside the police station," she said.

The screen shifted to show Jackson and Fiona sitting side by side in the station. Their masks were off, but the camera was far enough away that you couldn't really make out their faces-just vague outlines.

"Wait, don't they look like Jackson and Fiona from the news a while back? Or am I just imagining things?" someone commented, a mix of suspicion and excitement in their words.

The streamer's expression tightened, but she didn't say anything.

"They seriously do, but come on-those two are crazy rich. Why would they ever show up at a street food market? They probably have private chefs making them lobster for breakfast. No way they'd bother with food stall noodles."

"For real. Rich people don't hang out in places like this," someone agreed.

"I mean, maybe they just got tired of fancy food and wanted to try something normal for once," another chimed in.

"Ugh, if only I could get sick of caviar and need a break from it!" someone joked, and the chat cracked up.

police station, Jackson and Fiona looked totally unfazed. They were even chatting

down in here. You're in a police station," a tired officer warned, clearly

girl seriously hurt they'd already been sent to the hospital. Now, it was time to

you wait!" snarled a girl with a bruised face, glaring at Fiona. "The chief is my uncle, you know! If

like the girl who'd

even paid attention to you," Fiona shot back,

iel

you'd be better off locked up

believe how dumb this girl was. Judging by her age, she should've

more clueless than the group of try-hard boys Fiona remembered from

thought. Too bad some

witch! Can't you hear me?" the girl yelled again, getting

but with her connections,

it all: if the

lounged back in his chair, crossing his legs and addressing the officer typing up a report. "I'd like to make a phone