NovelEnglishThe group of men glanced at each other, their faces etched with fear. It hit them-they were in way over their heads.
Normally, wouldn't someone in their position have called the cops by now? Once they were in police custody, Flora wouldn't have been able to touch them. But Flora wasn't playing by the rules. She mentioned speople were on their way. Who were these people? The wait was agonizing, a mental torture. A few men tried to crawl away, but with a light tap of Flora's heel, they froze, their scalps tingling, too scared to move.
Twenty minutes later, the quiet night was shattered by the sound of a car engine, tires screeching against the pavement. A group of people in black shirts and pants emerged from the car.
Unlike the street punks on the ground, these newcomers were clearly well-trained, their steps firm and deliberate. They approached Flora, stopping in front of her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ms. Flora," they said respectfully.
The woman leading them casually draped an arm over Flora's shoulder. "Flora, darling, who did you tick off this time?" Crimson glanced at the men on the ground and clicked her tongue. Speople just didn't know when to quit.
Bold of them to go after Flora.
"No clue yet," Flora replied lazily.
"Don't worry, they'll spill the beans in no time," Crimson assured, signaling to her team. They moved forward, dragging the pale, begging men into the car. "Need a ride back to school?" Crimson asked, eyeing Eilies and Cynthia, who looked shell-shocked by the night's events.
"Yeah," Flora nodded.
Crimson drove them back to the University of Maple Grove. Flora's injuries were mostly healed, though she still felt twinges of pain when she overexerted herself.
Cynthia and Eilies sat straight-backed, unable to grasp anything from the conversation between Crimson and Flora. The day had been too surreal; they still felt like they were in a dream. Flora was a powerhouse, not just capable of wild driving but also of kicking a grown man clear off his feet! They always knew Flora was tough, but this was next-level tough. And she casually called in a squad of what looked like highly trained operatives... én.swAfter Crimson dropped them off at the university gates, she drove away. Cynthia and Eilies followed Flora, their eyes fixed on her, unblinking.
Flora thought they were scared, so back at the dorm, she poured them each a cup of hot water.
"Flora!" As Flora handed a cup to Cynthia, Cynthia grabbed her hand, her eyes burning with intensity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Flora, can you teachto fight? I wanna be like you, kicking bad guys left and right, never having to be scared again!" Eilies chimed in eagerly, "Yeah, Flora, teachtoo! I wanna learn!" Flora was speechless. Clearly, they weren't scared at all.
With a laugh, she handed them their cups and went to take a showerm Afterward, she checked her phone and saw a text from Crimsonsent ten minutes ago. Crimson: Found out. It was Otto Brimer, the youngest of the Brimer family.
Seeing no reply, Crimson had sent another message five minutes later: Nick paid a fortune for you help with for his thes's Phe knew his son was messing with you, he'd lose it. Leave the rest to me, darling I make sure that kid learns his lesson. Flora replied with a simple emoji and closed the chat.
The Brimer family again... Otto, the youngest. Bold move.
"Buzz buzz buzz-"
Her phone vibrated with a video call from Connor. Flora swallowed. Why was Connor calling at this hour? х
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