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

"Jackson, I'm just upset. He's been giving Fiona a hard time."

Jackson turned to Fiona, his eyes soft and smiling. "Fiona, do you feel bullied?"

Fiona was too busy enjoying the feast in front of her to worry about the conversation. She glanced up at Jackson, her look pure and sweet. "Not at all. I've known what she's like for a while now."

No reason to get worked up, especially since Yvenne wasn't even worth the fuss.

"I really like the evening gown you got me," Fiona said, sipping her lemonade and peeking into the shopping bag.

Inside was a stunning midnight blue evening gown. As soon as she unfolded it, it was like stars had tumbled from the sky-utterly breathtaking.

Fiona didn't try it on, but just seeing a glimpse, she knew it was the latest limited edition-one of a kind in the world. She'd caught it in a magazine feature.

"Yes, your favorite midnight blue," Jackson replied, taking a sip of water.

After carefully packing away the gown, Jackson drove Fiona back to her college, giving her a few pointers and slipping some candies from his pocket into her tiny hand.

"Don't go overboard with the sweets tonight."

"Thanks, big brother. Stay safe."

Watching Fiona head back to her dorm, Jackson finally pulled out his phone and redialed a number.

Within seconds, a voice was on the line.

"Sir, we've found Christina."

Jackson's eyes narrowed, his expression cooling at the thought of Christina's wrongdoings. If he hadn't stepped in, Christina would have made sure Fiona took the fall for murder. Anyone who dared to hurt his Fiona wouldn't get off easily.

"Bring her in and ensure she's well looked after."

The person on the other end shuddered at his words.

Even in prison, Christina wasn't ready to give up. She believed that if she could

just meet Jackson, she wouldn't have to stay in that place.

Sneering, she turned to the guard, "I want to see Jackson."

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her cell with a cold sneer. "Stay

put."

Christina frowned. She had paid them off handsomely before, so why were they treating her like this?

Something was definitely off.noveldrama

"I have something to say. I'll confess, everything."

Realizing the gravity of her situation, she quickly hatched a plan.

Her bribes hadn't worked because Jackson must've pulled some strings.

She couldn't just sit there and do nothing, or death would be her only outcome.

She cut her arm, revealing a brooch hidden beneath her skin-a delicate, exquisite piece.

In the interrogation room, she placed the brooch in front of an officer she recognized as one of Jackson's men.

"Give this to Jackson. He'll know what it means." Christina gritted ber teeth against the pain, clutching her

wound as blood oozed through her

fingers. "If you could, please

bandage me up."

With that, she slumped unconscious in the chair, her face ghostly pale from blood

loss.

The officer examined the

blood-stained brooch, a hint of confusion on his face. After leaving

the station, he briefed Jackson on the situation.