NovelPdfChapter 1016
The incident at Florik Entertainment spread to Flora in no time. She listened with a poker face, but a sly smile
crept in-was it amusement or annoyance? Who's Lydia to think she can ban Florik from the fashion scene? Bold
move. "Don't worry, boss. That Lydia doesn't even qualify for the 'Night of Destiny"," Howell assured over the
phone. He could easily bar her with just a word.
"No, let her participate," Flora replied nonchalantly.
Howell immediately caught on his boss had sgrand plan brewing.
"I'm hanging up now." Flora ended the call with a lazy drawl, stepped out of the car, and headed towards the
University of Maple Grove. Mr. Richard had summoned her, though he was quite the nag.
She knocked on the office door and walked in. "Ah, Flora, you're here! Con in!" Mr. Richard greeted her with
a wide grin, motioning her inside.
Flora noticed another person in the room-Blake. She stood there, head bowed and shoulders slumped, clearly
after a scolding.
"Flora, take a seat here!" Mr. Richard gestured to a small couch, then turned to Blake with a sterner tone, "What
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Blake clutched her apology letter, her face flushed with embarrassment. Why should an elder apologize to
someone younger?
Flora leaned back into the couch, her eyelids barely lifting. She knew why Mr. Richard had called her over.
"Flora, I'm sorry. | shouldn't have posted those things online. | apologize..." Blake closed her eyes, extending the
letter with humiliation. "Please forgive me."
Flora didn't take it, her calm eyes barely flicking up to meet Blake's.
Mr. Richard sat quietly-it wasn't his place to intervene.
Blake's arms started to ache under Flora's teasing gaze, her hands trembling.
Finally, Flora took the letter. Blake's hand stayed in mid-air, then she pulled it back, relieved, thinking this meant
forgiveness.
"Now that we've made peace, let's move on-" Blake began, only to be interrupted.
Flora's voice cut through. "With an
apology
Jetter this bad, no an assistant professor."
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Her tone was calm, but her words hit Blake hard.
"How many words is this?" Flora suddenly asked.
"Fifty thousand," Mr. Richard replied.
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"Oh," Flora mused, her expression thoughtful. Blake's nerves were on edge.
After a pause, Flora closed the letter, her tone dismissive. "This letter doesn't satisfy me. Write another fifty
thousand words and recite it in front of the whole school by ext Monday."
"Flora, you-" Blake's voice cracked.
"Any issues?" Flora's icy gaze met hers.
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"No issues," Mr. Richard answered for her. "Do what Flora says."
Blake was in the wrong, and she had to face the consequences.
"Mr. Garcia!" Blake's eyes were red with frustration.
"Resign or do as Flora says. Your choice." Mr. Richard didn't bother arguing. Blake stayed silent, finally gritting
her teeth, "Fine, I'll do as you say."
Her eyes burned with unrestrainable
Her eyes burned with
anger.
Flora
toy saw it and
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""Get lost."
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