Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 

Baker had a gut feeling that Aaron was about to face a major misfortune. 

Outside, the longer Aaron waited, the more anxious he become. Why was there no sound coming from the alley? Had something gone wrong? 

He was eager to go in and check, but several young men blocked him, not allowing him inside. 

After what felt like an eternity but was only about twenty minutes, there was finally some movement in the alley. 

A group of people came out. 

Leading them was Baker. 

Tucker, followed behind, sporting a black eye and a swollen face 

Baker walked out without glancing sideways, not giving a single look to the trembling, frightened underlings. 

However, as he passed Aaron, he lifted his gaze towards him. 

Baker had been in the game for many years, and a single look from him was enough to make Aaron’s hair stand on end. 

It was as if a giant hand was squeezing Aaron’s throat. He couldn’t utter a word. 

Then, Baker, with a poker face, walked away. 

He reached his motorcycle parked at the front, swung his leg over it, put on his helmet, started the engine, and drove off 

As soon as Baker left, the group of underlings couldn’t help but gasp for air, looking as if they had narrowly escaped death. They saw the marks on Tucker’s face and couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Baker had been too harsh to have beaten Tucker to such an 

exten!! 

Naturally, they assumed that Baker inflicted the injuries on Tucker and his group. 

Aaron quickly glanced inside the alley. 

Flora was leaning against the wall, the setting sun casting a glow on her partially exposed clothing, highlighting her skin with a cold light. 

Her head was bowed, her messy hair cascading down, hiding her facial expression. Aaron could clearly see the red marks on her arm. “Here are the photos!” Tucker threw a phone at Aaron, almost gritting his teeth. “I’ve done what you asked, but if I don’t see the money. you’re going to regret it!” 

Tucker wanted to beat Aaron to a pulp right then, but he could not. 

Flora had already spoken, asking him to play along in this charade. 

“Let’s go!” Tucker, holding back his anger, left. 

Aaron flipped through the photos on the phone. His face lit up with manic joy.