Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 993

Blake was in utter disbelief. Rejected?! How could they reject him?!

"You think you're ready to be a full professor? Go back and study for a few more years! I'm embarrassed for you; what you write isn't even worth mentioning. Flora is miles ahead of you, and yet you dare say she’s not qualified? Jealousy is the only thing you're qualified for."

Jules had a tongue as sharp as a knife, and Blake couldn't take it anymore. At his age, just over thirty, he nearly left the room in tears.

Mr. Richard stayed silent, watching Jules unleash his verbal barrage like a machine gun. He handed him a cup of tea, saying, "Here, have some tea and cool off."

"Are you constipated or something? Need a prescription for a laxative?"

Jules: "..."

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Back at his desk, Blake's eyes were still red. Everyone assumed she was upset about not becoming a full professor and tried to console her. The more they comforted her, the worse she felt.

She had lived thirty years and never faced such humiliation! They were all siding with Flora!

Fine, let them!

Blake couldn't believe everyone would continue to protect Flora. Since they'd ignored her warnings, she'd have to take a different approach. If the University of Maple Grove became a global laughingstock, they'd have only themselves to blame!

Taking a deep breath, Blake slowly pulled out her smartphone and sent a message to a popular blogger.

"I've got a scandal about the University of Maple Grove. Interested?"

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Flora nodded, deep in thought.

Henrik gently ruffled her hair, "Little sis, I need to head out for a bit, but I'll be back soon. Need anything?"

"Nope, I just got back from shopping. Are you going to see Cecelia?"

Henrik's smile faded a bit: "No, not to see her."

Maybe he was just too much of a bother. Cecelia clearly didn't like him, and his presence only seemed to trouble her.

Watching Henrik's downcast figure, Flora pondered. Cecelia seemed to have some feelings for her brother, too. Why were they moving at a snail's pace? Maybe Cecelia had her own reasons.