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

"That's a shame. Since one of our contestants isn't feeling well, let's have them head back and rest. Meanwhile, let's turn our attention to the big screen..."

Onstage, the host kept the commentary rolling, his voice smooth and practiced. Out in the audience, Fiona lifted her hand, signaling to the organizers sitting just a few rows away.

"Ms. Fiona, is there something you need?" one of them asked politely.

"Did you arrange that last round?" Fiona's tone was flat, her face unreadable— pure business.

The organizer hesitated, searching Fiona's expression for any hint of what she was thinking. But Fiona just turned and looked straight at her, gaze sharp and unwavering. The organizer froze, suddenly unsure of herself.

"If you're unhappy about anything, Ms. Fiona, I can switch up our marketing plan right away. I'll issue a statement to clear up any misunderstandings from earlier," she offered anxiously.

"No need. I'm actually very satisfied." Fiona raised a hand, stopping her, and gave a hint of a smile. "In fact, I've heard you're planning a competition in the States next quarter. International Glam is interested in investing. And if you can dig up the evidence I'm looking for this time, not only will International Glam get involved -Woods Corporation and Stonnell International will join in, too."

The news hit the organizer like a windfall. She almost couldn't speak, her mind racing with excitement.

was huge. Not only would her own status skyrocket, but

the harder it was to hide her

are you

"Of course."

can count on me. I'll get to the bottom

a metal cage was guarded by half a dozen burly men. Inside was the man they'd caught back in the kitchen-the main suspect from Jackson and Fiona's earlier investigation. He'd kept his mouth

the organizer would let it slip away. With

began to

turning to wait as

for tomorrow's round?" Jane asked, worry clear in her voice. They walked side by side as Jane

Apparently she's already won

awards-she's