Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1248

The arena buzzed with anticipation! Flora and Shadow faced off from opposite sides, their tension palpable. The executives watched, barely breathing, as Shadow roared and launched a punch straight at Flora's face.

But Flora, unfazed, just watched him with a lazy, almost wild air. As Shadow neared, ready to land his hit, Flora sprang into action! She swung her foot up, aiming a fierce kick at Shadow's stomach. Her move was swift and ruthless, sending a collective shiver through the crowd. Even the execs felt their throats go dry, witnessing Flora's sheer dominance as if they'd need to catch their eyeballs from popping out.

With a resounding “thud,” the towering six-foot Shadow flew through the air like a kite with its string snapped. Flora, nimble on her feet, leaped up, snagged Shadow by the collar, and flung him back into the ring.

“Again,” she said, her chin lifted, clearly not done yet.

“No more, no more!” Shadow lay sprawled on the ground, waving his hand feebly. Continuing this would mean risking everything.

“Come on, I’ll go easy this time,” Flora teased, clearly not ready to call it quits.

“That’s what you said before!” Shadow groaned, painstakingly pulling himself up, his face a mess, silently pleading for mercy from Flora’s relentless attack.

Flora coughed awkwardly. She hadn’t meant to go so hard. This wasn’t just any brawl; this was martial arts at its finest. A bit too much force, and you could practically knock the soul out of someone.

With Shadow bowing out, Flora scanned the room, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “Anyone else up for a challenge?” Her gaze flicked over the crowd, finally landing on the execs lingering at the entrance.

Connor chuckled, striding towards her. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“Oh?” Flora arched an eyebrow.

“I, Connor, will always be your humble loser,” he said, his voice deep and cool, yet laced with warmth and devotion that was almost tangible, sending shivers down spines and making knees weak.

“You don’t need to do a thing—just being there means I’ve already lost.” He stopped in front of Flora, leaning slightly, eyes fixed solely on her. “It’s been that way from the start.”