Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 404

Flora's dance at the welcome party, which sold for a whopping fifty million, quickly became the hottest gossip at the University of Maple Grove.

When the students first heard the news, there was a stunned silence. But soon enough, they shrugged it off. For someone like Flora, it was just another day in the life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Their mental fortitude had been toughened, thanks to Flora’s continuous surprises!

Back home, Bowie wasted no time tweeting from the official account of the National Dance Association.

—The highlight of the year. The doors of the National Dance Association will always be open for Flora.

The tweet was accompanied by a photo of the contract for Flora's dance rights, with all private details blurred except for the bold, striking signature: Flora.

The National Dance Association had a massive following already, and with Flora being the latest sensation, the tweet exploded with discussions.

"Let me count those zeros, tens, hundreds, thousands, millions... OMG!"

"Are you serious? The National Dance Association shelled out fifty million for a dance? I remember even top dancers like Rafael only sold their work for around thirty million!"

"Amazing! She’s in her teens, casually dances and earns fifty million, while I was struggling to add an egg to my rice noodle roll at that age!"

"Hey guys, Flora's dance is plagiarized! Check out my page!"

However, this last comment got lost in the flood of other messages, barely getting any attention.

Flora's dance became legendary, with the internet buzzing non-stop about her. But Flora herself remained unfazed. She took Eilies and Cynthia out for a lavish meal, and then they returned home to crash on their beds.

At 2 PM, Flora had an appointment to help Aisha with a new simulation robot program. She woke up right on the dot at 2:50 PM. Eilies and Cynthia were still asleep, so she slipped out quietly with her laptop and settled on the balcony.

She opened her laptop, plugged in her earphones, and video-called Aisha.

Aisha was already online, waiting. "How did the software I asked you to work on turn out?" Flora kept her voice low.