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

The young officer found it odd that the Chief was getting involved in such trivial matters, “Yes, how come

Is she alright? Nothing happened to her right? The Chief’s heart was in his throat.

That guy was famously known for doting on his sister to an extreme. If anything happened to Flora under the chief’s watch, that guy. might just tear the police station down.

Even the usually slow–to–catch–on officer could tell there was something special about Flora now. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her, realizing this lady must have quite the background.

“Don’t worry, Chief, she’s fine.”

“That’s a relief.” The Chief finally relaxed. “Let them go, and make sure nothing happens to Flora.”

“Understood.”

No sooner had the young officer hung up than another call came through. He frowned upon seeing the caller ID. The Director–General was calling too?

What was going on today?

He hesitantly answered, “Hello?”

“Officer Johnson, did you happen to arrest someone named

“Flora?” The young officer’s heart skipped a beat

“Yes, yes, release that young lady immediately.”

Flora was treasured by someone very important. The voice from the Director–General sounded tight and panicked, “Remember, handle her with care. Don’t let her make a fuss.”

After ending the call, the young officer stared at Flora with shock in his eyes. Who exactly was she, to make two high-ranking officials take action?

At that moment, Hennk arrived, looking like he had rushed over. He was relieved to find Flora safe and sound

He was drenched in sweat, his usually neat attire now disheveled from running, all because he feared something might have happened to Flora.

After Henrik signed the necessary documents, the young officer let Flora and the others leave.

“Flora, well be off then.” Dane said dryly.

“See you tomorrow.” Flora nodded slightly, her delicate face breaking into a smile.

A group of young men blushed and hurriedly left.

Just as Flora st

stepped out of the police station, she saw Moss. Ms. Flora, Mr. Connor is waiting for you in the cart

Flora peeked at the car parked across the street, feeling a bit quilty. Connor had come too.

Henrik said softly, “Go ahead, have a good talk. I need to stop by the traffic department.”

Flora was puzzled. “What for?”

“Paying a fine.”

A rare hint of embarrassment crossed Henrik’s usually gentle face Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Flora instantly got it, both touched and amused,

After Henrik left, she walked over to the car door and opened it.

First, she saw a pair of charming eyes. Flora was taken aback.

Ray was sitting next to Connor, disappointed at seeing her unharmed. He had been right beside Connor when the call was made, hoping she would be badly hurt so he could enjoy the drama

Connor pushed him slightly, “Get out.”

Ray sluggishly moved to the passenger seat.

upset, she

Flora carefully climbed into the back seat. She cautiously glanced at Connor’s somewhat darkened face. Knowing he was ups decided to play the sympathy card.

She poked his arm, her voice choked with feigned distress, “Connor, my hand hurts.”

Connor looked at her, his heart softening, and took her hand. Her delicate fingers were slightly reddened, though it couldn’t have been very painful.

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“Next time something like this happens, you must protect yourself. If you’re not sure you can handle it, stall them and call me Immediately.” –

“Don’t worry, those thugs couldn’t hurt me,” Flora laughed, wrapping his hand with hers, and quickly fished out a brand–new sachet from her pocket, handing it to Connor “Here’s a new sachet I made for you. Keep it safe. You can throw the old one away”

A faint scent of medicinal herbs mixed with gardenia filled the car, instantly refreshing everyone inside. The uneasy heart seemed to calm down at that moment.

Moss and Ray couldn’t help but look over.

“Connor, why would a grown man carry a sachet around?” Ray commented.

“Mr. Ray, Ms. Flora’s sachets are magical, Moss said, “Wearing it over time helps with sleep and overall well–being”

They had been with Connor and witnessed how the sachet improved his sleep quality significantly, even affecting their own energy and spirits for the better.

Ray was skeptical. Seriously? At best, it might contain some sleep-inducing herbs.

When Flora noticed Moss seemed interested, she said, “If you want, I can make one for you when I have time.”

“Thank you, Ms. Flora.”

“I want one too,” Ray quickly added. Though he wasn’t keen, he wanted one if others had it.

Flora glanced at him, “Pay up.”

“How much?” Ray laughed.

“Two million,” Flora said with a straight face.

“You must be out of your mind.”

A mere sachet for two million? That was almost as much as what fragrance Séraphine charged for a custom scent.

How was this scamming attitude any different from that person at Club 257?

The thought of those ten million made Ray’s head ache.

Tuesday

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