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

"Hey there, Miss." The manager caught up with Fiona in no time, stopping right in front of her with a respectful nod.

"Did I do well just now?" His eyes were hopeful, like a puppy seeking approval. Louise had always rubbed him the wrong way, constantly throwing shade at Fiona, so he figured it was time to set her straight. "Nicely done," Fiona chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. She'd been fed up with Louise's antics for ages.

"By the way, Miss, since you're rarely here, how about checking out the restaurant's accounts in the office?" the manager suggested.

Ray, still single and without kids, had convinced a fifteen-year-old Fiona to sign over some shares, making her wealthier than most could imagine. The Golden Hotel alone was enough to skyrocket her net worth. "Nah, I'm good," Fiona waved off the idea without a second thought. Numbers and ledgers? Not her thing. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.

"Uncle Zhang, I totally trust you. You keep things running smoothly," she said with a mischievous grin, her small canine tooth peeking through.

Mr. Welch just sighed internally. The Miss sure had her moments of laziness.

As they shared some light-hearted banter, Louise emerged from the restroom, still smarting from her earlier embarrassment. Too ashamed to return to her table, she wandered aimlessly until she stumbled upon Fiona and Mr. Welch's interaction. Quickly ducking out of sight, she watched them closely. When Mr. Welch reached out and touched Fiona's hair, the gesture seemed a bit too cozy from where Louise stood, suggesting something more than just friendship.

Her grip on the wall tightened. So Fiona and Mr. Welch were chummy? That's why she was humiliated earlier-it had to be their doing! In her mind, Fiona was probably Mr. Welch's mistress.

Fueled by a mix of disdain and thrill, Louise snapped a few photos, choosing angles that would easily spark gossip.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she thought, "So Fiona's someone's kept woman? Gross."

After chatting with Mr. Welch, Fiona headed back to the private room. On the way, her phone buzzed-it was Jackson. "Hey, big bro," she purred, her voice lazy and teasing, like a cat stretching in the sun.

"What are you up to?"

"Just having dinner with some classmates at the Golden Hotel. Nash and Sister Fu are here too."

Jackson was a bit surprised butnoveldrama

didn't press for details. "Want me to swing by and pick you up when

you're done? Take you back

place."

Fiona laughed, "Why are you bringing me to your place, big bro?"

to my

Her voice had a playful lilt, clearly teasing him. Jackson realized how his words sounded and shook bis head amused and exasperated.

"It's Adam. He's awake and wants our amazing doctor to check him out," Jackson explained.

"Oh," Fiona raised an eyebrow. "You

want me e to look at your friend, huh? Maybe you should sweeten the deal a bit, or I might just bail."