Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1033

Flora shot a glance, and Beck was on it in a heartbeat, grabbing Blake by the collar and lifting her off the ground.

"Ah—"

Blake screamed, her feet dangling as Beck held her aloft. He took a couple of steps forward, then firmly pressed his hand against her neck, steering her toward a blue recycling bin.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Blake braced her hands against the bin's edges, her face flushed with effort. Cynthia, Eilies, and the counselor stood frozen, clueless about Flora's intentions. Was she out of her mind?

The bin, reeking after two days of neglect, made Blake gag as she struggled, tears of disgust welling up.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Her hair was a mess, and she looked wild, like she’d gone off the deep end. Panic-stricken, with her face as white as a sheet, Blake feared Beck would really dunk her into the bin. Just then, Flora’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and chilling, sending shivers down her spine.

"You, pick up Cynthia’s papers. Not a single one missing."

Earlier, Blake had crumpled Cynthia's papers before tossing them into the bin, now mixed with leftover food scraps, making her stomach churn just thinking about it.

"Flora! Don’t push it!" Blake’s eyes were wide and bloodshot. "I’m a damn Associate Professor at the University of Maple Grove! Have you even thought about what this could mean?"

Her humiliation was a slap to the University of Maple Grove’s reputation. Flora, shaming her on their turf, risked creating a scandal, and even if Mr. Richard stood by Flora, public opinion could be unforgiving.

By then, even Flora wouldn't escape unscathed!

"Flora, give her a scare, but let's not go overboard..." Cynthia finally spoke up, hesitating.

Blake plunged headfirst into the recycling bin.

Flora pulled back her foot, her gaze as cold and detached as if she were looking at a ghost.

The bin was about half a person high, and Blake was completely submerged, her face buried in the garbage—mouth, eyes, and nose filled with leftover yogurt, uneaten hot dogs, and used tissues.

The office went dead quiet.

All that could be heard was Blake’s muffled cries as she struggled.

"Get me out, get me out... cough cough..."

As she tried to speak, trash filled her mouth, making her retch. With her face buried in the garbage, she couldn’t spit it out and ended up swallowing it again.