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."

a smile-caught between Jackson and Fiona, he wasn't about to get

back, voice sharp. "We grew up by the sea. You really think a little

who've never seen the ocean," another added, making the implication

on the couch, looking like

not jump to

tried to smooth so

doctor will be here

see what

or Fiona-if they weren't upset, he'd

team dealt with this too. How did you treat it?" someone

why don't you share your expertise with us?" another chimed

a cold glare. "When you get back, you'll resign from Woods Corporation.

two Woods Corporation contestants who'd been so bold just seconds ago instantly

blacklisted by Woods Corporation was basically a death sentence in the design