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

Flora took her time leaving, bending down to give Connor a quick peck on the cheek. "Just a little farewell kiss, Connor."

Connor couldn't help but smile a bit. Even with all those eyes watching him, he wasn't the least bit embarrassed. He'd grown used to moments like these.

The senior execs around them, though, felt like their world had just collapsed.

Their boss!

Had been!

Kissed!

What?!

"Let's go," Flora said with a soft chuckle, leading the way out.

Jonathan almost choked on his surprise, struggling to keep up.

...

Down in the Enforcement Division's dungeon, Brandon was a wreck.

This place was hell on earth. It hadn't been long, but he already felt like he was on the brink of death from the torture.

"Let me out! Get me out of here!" Brandon shouted, slamming against the sides of his electrified cage, getting shocked with every hit.

But he was beyond caring about the pain. He was desperate to escape!

"Why are you holding me here? You should be after Flora! Catch her!" he screamed, his voice raw with despair, while the guards stood by, stone-faced, ignoring him completely. "Commander."

A respectful call came from outside. The next moment, the heavy door swung open, and the guards snapped to attention as Jonathan walked in, nodding respectfully. "Commander." Brandon, who had been spiraling into madness, snapped back to his senses, his head shooting up!

And there she was standing right next to Jonathan.

She looked familiar...

Brandon's eyes widened in shock.

It was Flora!

He'd never met her in person, but he'd seen her photos. The woman before him was even more stunning and radiant than in those pictures. No doubt about it-it was Flora!

Lillian had lost an arm, he was locked up, his martial arts were gone, and the Schuler family had crumbled-all because of Flora!

"Flora!"

drippinked out, his voice bitterness and angeret

he

t caged, he'd have lunged

at her for sure.

Once his fury ebbed, Brandon noticed something odd.

Wait a second...

How was Flora even here?

If

"Commander, have you figured out Flora is The Martialist?" Brandon's eyes lit up with hope. "Flora is The Martialist, right? That's why you caught her! Does this mean 'm in the clear? Can I go now?"

Jonathan gave him a look of disbelief, thinking Brandon was hopelessly clueless.

Flora, squinting at Brandon behind bars, had a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Is this Brandon?" she asked.

"Yes," Jonathan confirmed. Then, recalling Connor's orders, he hesitated briefly before adding, "Ma'am." Connor had told him to address Flora as ma'am, and he wasn't about to disobey.

Ma'am?!

Hearing that, Brandon felt a chill run through him, doubting his own ears.

Then, the guards dropped to their knees, respectfully greeting, "Ma'am."

They were Jonathan's trusted men and had heard the boss was back with a woman-this must be her.

In that moment, Brandon realized he wasn't hearing things.

They-

Were calling Flora-

Ma'am!

The only woman Jonathan would ever call ma'am willingly was her!

Brandon felt a cold sweat break out, his blood rushing to his head. He finally got it-all of it!