Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 487

"Don't you all have anything better to do?" Flora shot them a warning look.

Just great.

She wasn't even married yet, and they were already acting like overprotective bodyguards.

Jules and Louie exchanged a glance, their faces a mix of frustration and exasperation.

Mr. Thompson had tried to jump into the conversation several times, but these were big-time folks, each with a presence that screamed authority. Standing among them, he felt utterly insignificant.

With a deep breath, he asked, his voice a bit timid, "Flora, your family's here to pick you up. Are you heading back to school on your own later, or will you come with us?"

He was responsible for escorting the others back to school, and even though he doubted Flora would take the school bus, as the coach, he had to ask.

Flora nodded. "I'll head back on my own."

"Alright."

Mr. Thompson then turned to Brianna. "And you?"

"I'll go back on my own too!"

Brianna stayed behind, clearly for Jules. Her brother Ray was there too, so it wasn't completely out of place for her to stay, right?

Mr. Thompson left with Ivan and the others on the school bus.

"Flora, you really know how to stand your ground," Ray remarked with a smirk, standing tall with one hand casually stuck in his pocket, exuding an air of carefree confidence.

They had all seen what went down earlier.

Flora narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. "Of course, don't you know who my boyfriend is?"

Ray rolled his eyes. "Can't resist showing off, can you?"

Flora tilted her chin up. "Jealous much?"

Ray muttered a curse under his breath. He really couldn't win against her.

Brianna was so frustrated she nearly fainted. Life was proving to be quite a challenge for her.

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The Brimer family's residence was nestled in the most bustling area of Maple Grove, with European-style architecture that stood majestic and towering.

At this moment, a girl sat elegantly on the sofa in the Brimer family's living room. Her delicate fingers gracefully lifted a coffee cup to her lips for a gentle sip.

The butler apologized, "Ms. Brigid, the young master seems to be delayed and might return later than expected. I'm sorry for the wait."

"It's alright," she replied with a gentle smile. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup meticulously applied, and her smile perfectly measured, radiating the refined grace of high society. She was beautiful, but her every move seemed rehearsed, lacking spontaneity.

"Do you think the young master won't come back tonight?" the butler whispered to Paul, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa.

"He'll come back," Paul said calmly.

Ray would return. After all, once a person has a vulnerability, they have no choice but to comply.