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

Normally, he was easy to deal with, but with Fiona in the room-the real boss behind it all—no one dared step out of line.

Everyone stood stiffly in the private lounge, barely breathing.

A manager hurried in, keeping his voice low. “Uh, Ms. Fiona, there's a bit of a scene outside. Some guests are complaining the club feels empty today.”

Fiona didn't even glance up. "Tell them we're closed for the day. Give everyone who already showed up a ten percent discount."

The manager hesitated. “There's one guy who won't take it. He's insisting on a full refund for his membership."

Before he could finish, Fiona looked directly at the waiting attendant. “Who is it? Which family's spoiled brat is making trouble?”

"It's Carson. The Kidd family's youngest."

Fiona's lips curled into a sly smile. She hadn't even planned to go after Carson yet, but here he was, serving himself up.

"How much cash does he have with us?"

carefully, "He's put in thirty thousand total. He's got twelve grand left

heard the number, she let out a sharp laugh and tossed the booklet onto the

fund kid wouldn't embarrass himself with thirty grand. Around here, the serious players drop at least a hundred thousand, minimum. Thirty thousand? That won't even get you

never seen anyone this bold

so no one

but smile-a five hundred thousand transfer, just like that. Carson really couldn't stand being

was reckless. That half a million was likely one of the last bits of cash the Kidds had left. If the

never fully accept. In a

pick anyone he wants tonight. As long as he doesn't go crazy, give him what

out, and right after,

into his stomach, knocking him to the floor. "Talk. Why's there a chunk

was practically a

ever saw her

her to show

demand the surveillance tapes,