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

Flora slipped back into her room and pulled out her phone to check her messages. The Wi-Fi here was downright terrible just enough to manage a chat. Her joining Martial World was a well-kept secret; nobody knew except those at the medical base. Flora hadn't spilled

the beans to anyone else, so everyone assumed she was still there.

As soon as she logged in, she noticed a message from Cecelia: "Hey, can you rein in your brother? He's driving me nuts!"

Flora, intrigued, replied, "What did he do this time?"

Cecelia sent a screenshot.

[BigVHenrik: Day one of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]

[BigVHenrik: Day two of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]

[BigVHenrik: Day three of wanting to make my girlfriend my wife officially!]

Every day, the same story. And he's posting this for over ten million followers to see. Classic over-the-top CEO behavior! The internet was buzzing, and Cecelia's Twitter was flooded with comments like: [Did she become the CEO's beloved wife today!] [Another day of almost becoming the CEO's darling!]

Flora chuckled after reading it. Her brother was something else.

Meanwhile, Sydney really had spent the whole night on her knees. Tara and her crew helped her up.

"Sydney, there's some hot water ready for you. Go soak and warm up," Tara said.

"Thanks, Tara." Sydney exhaled deeply, her eyes downcast, concealing her resentment.

"I tried speaking to the master for you, but he's too furious. My words didn't help," Tara sighed. "How did things get this out of hand? As for Flora, let's not even go there." "Tara, I know you care, but I won't let Flora get away with this!"

Sydney's eyes were filled with hatred. The rift with Flora was now irrevocable. And the Gilbert family...NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

After Tara helped her to the bath, Sydney's knees were stiff, and every step was agonizing. She applied some ointment and lay down, but the bitterness in her heart wouldn't fade. She couldn't get to Flora now, but Jacob and Carly? They were fair game, right? They were scheduled for the noble families' assessment, and her fiancé, Kenneth, was in charge of the training.

Sydney picked up her phone and dialed. Her fingers still trembled from the night's ordeal. "Hey, sis-in-law," a cheerful voice answered.

Sydney didn't call Kenneth but rather one of his subordinates. Kenneth was easy to sway, but he stuck to his guns on important matters. Last time, she got him to intercept someone from the Gilbert family; he agreed because it was minor. But the noble families' assessment involved his promotion, and he wouldn't bend on that.

"Hawthorn, what's up?"

"We're training! Are you checking up on us, sis-in-law?" Hawthorn teased, "The captain's been with us the

whole time, not messing around

with other women."

Sydney forced a smile, her knees aching. She got straight to the point: "Are you helping Ajing with the noble families' assessment?"

"Yep, we're training them."

"Hawthorn, I need a favor," Sydney said, taking a deep breath.

"Some folks from the Gilbert family in the assessment have crossed me."

Hawthorn quickly caught her drift.

"You want me to give them some special treatment?"

"Exactly." The anger in Sydney's eyes was nearly boiling over: "Don't treat them like people, push them like animals."

After a brief silence, Hawthorn replied, "Got it, sis-in-law."