Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 736

Were they really all taken care of by them? The thought made her heart race even faster.

Meanwhile, Beck finally sprang into action. With just a wave of his hand, a horde of men burst into the room, pinning Abbey and Elijah down in seconds! They whipped out ropes, quickly tying their legs together.

With a rough yank, they dragged them over to the windowsill. Below them was a dizzying twenty-story drop. The darkness seemed like a bottomless pit.

"Let us go!" Elijah screamed in terror. "What do you want from us?!"

Their legs bound tightly, hanging in mid-air, the wind howling around them. Abbey clung to the windowsill for dear life, her nerves stretched to the breaking point, her voice trembling: "Beck!"

How could they dare!

Beck sat nonchalantly on the windowsill, pulling on the rope and looking down. "Ms. Abbey, consider this a little lesson. The boss said if there’s a next time, it won't be so simple."

"Ms. Abbey, here's a friendly piece of advice: don't mess with Ms. Flora again. She's way out of your league."

With that, he casually pulled out two stinky socks and stuffed them into Abbey and Elijah's mouths. Then, with a swift kick, sent them plummeting down.

Abbey and Elijah tried to scream, but their gagged mouths could only manage muffled whimpers of pain. The wind whipped around them, scattering their cries.

The rope slid down nearly two meters before jerking to a stop. They dangled in the air, below them an endless void, the cold wind biting at their sanity. Even Abbey, usually so proud and composed, was reduced to tears.

After snapping a couple of photos, Beck hopped down from the windowsill, throwing an arm around Moss's shoulder like they were old pals.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

This night would be enough for them.

That was the price for crossing Flora.

...

The next morning.

Flora didn’t wake up until nine. After freshening up, she went downstairs to find Connor lounging on the couch in a cozy sweater, a laptop perched on his knees, engrossed in work.

The moment he saw her, he quickly set the laptop on the coffee table, stood up, and headed to the kitchen to retrieve some food from the microwave.

"Flora, come eat," he called out in a hoarse voice.

Flora frowned, walking over to him, noticing his pale face. "Did you catch a cold?"

Connor nodded weakly.