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

"But Mr. Woods, there are already videos online of Fiona checking contestants' pulses during the competition today."

Every word dripped with suspicion.

Everyone in the room knew about Jackson and Fiona's history. They weren't together anymore, sure-but who could say Fiona wasn't still influencing him? With looks like hers and a reputation like International Glam's, it was hard for anyone to believe she'd built it all on her own without any tricks up her sleeve. Who would buy that?

No one here was naïve. They wanted answers.

"She knows medicine," Jackson said coolly, not missing a beat. He shot a look at the man beside him. "Go get Ms. Fiona to come take a look."

He didn't even have to finish before the door swung open. The organizers came in, and Fiona was right there with them.

"No need to call me. I'm here," Fiona said, her eyes full of challenge and just a hint of mockery.

They really didn't waste any time throwing accusations around.

"I've already told the organizers about your situation," Fiona said, walking in and dropping onto the couch like she owned the place, lounging back with a confident, almost wicked ease. "My team had the same symptoms. It's probably from you all going out to the beach last night and catching a chill. I've already called for a doctor."

and Fiona, he wasn't about to get on the wrong side of either of

never even left the hotel last night," one contestant shot back, voice sharp. "We grew up by the sea. You

seen the ocean," another added, making the implication

on the

jump to conclusions,"

tried to smooth so

doctor will be here

what

risk offending Jackson or Fiona-if they weren't upset,

team dealt with this too. How did you treat

your expertise with us?" another chimed in, their eyes practically gleaming

them a cold glare. "When you get back, you'll resign from Woods Corporation. And don't even think about working

who'd been so

in the design industry. Even if they made