Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1032

Ten minutes later.

"Ms. Flora, we've brought her in," Moss announced as he lugged Blake into the office. The moment he stepped inside, he dropped her onto the floor like she was something unsavory.

"Here, wipe your hands." Beck handed him a wet wipe.

Moss gave him a glance, took the wipe, and carefully cleaned his hands.

Blake, having been carried all the way, felt short of breath and a bit woozy. It took her a few moments to piece together what was going on when she saw Flora sitting there.

These two guys were definitely Flora's people!

"Flora, this is the University of Maple Grove! Aren't you overstepping a bit?" Blake managed to stand, though her head was still spinning. "You had your people drag me here. Do you really think you can run the show at the University of Maple Grove?"

"Can't I? You've seen it yourself, haven't you?" Flora chuckled softly.

Blake's face fell even more.

Yeah, she had seen it all right.

She was hauled in, and her teachers and classmates didn’t even dare to utter a word. Her reputation and popularity were anything but stellar at the University of Maple Grove, and nobody wanted to get caught in the crossfire.

Most folks were just there for the spectacle.

Even the security guards, who initially rushed over, backed off after Moss and Beck whispered something to them. They left her behind to go find Mr. Garcia.

And Mr. Richard? He always had Flora's back and would certainly defend her.

Jules and Dr. Ray treated Flora like she was some kind of treasure.

At the University of Maple Grove, Flora could indeed do as she pleased.

"What do you want?" Blake's heart raced. The fact that Flora could have her dragged from the parking lot to here made it clear she was unpredictable.

Who knew what else she might do?

Flora didn’t bother answering, stood up leisurely, strolled over to Blake's desk, and picked up her laptop.

Blake's anxiety spiked. "Flora, what are you doing?"

What did she want with her laptop?

"Is it fun to wreck someone’s hard work?" Flora's gaze was icy, not a trace of warmth. "Your laptop must have a lot of your work on it, right?"