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

He could tell Flora was fuming. He turned to Lydia, eyes cold as ice. "Miss, you need to leave Rose's Studio immediately. From this moment on, you're banned. And forget about entering any fashion design competitions we sponsor."

"Mr. Howell!" Lydia's voice shook with panic.

"Get her out of here!" Howell cut her off, too busy worrying about calming Flora.

"Not just her," said Flora, her voice calm as she glanced at the two who'd backed Lydia earlier. They froze, fear etched on their faces.

"They bad-mouthed me too."

"Escort them out as well," Howell ordered the security team without hesitation.

"Mr. Howell, we messed up! We didn't mean it! Miss, please, forgive us!" The two women were pale, practically pleading. Crossing Rose's Studio meant their careers were toast.

They'd underestimated Flora, thinking she was a nobody. Who knew she had Howell on her side?

Flora didn't even bother to look their way. "We only said one thing about you! Do you really have to be so harsh?"

Security moved in, and the women were frantic, terrified of being blackballed from all Rose's Studio events. That would be the end of the road for them.

Lydia couldn't find the words to beg, but her eyes were full of venom as she glared at Flora.

The other designers stood back, too scared to speak, though they thought the punishment might be over the top. But then again, Lydia and her pals had really run their mouths. "Yeah, I'm bullying you. Got a problem with that?" Flora said with a sly smile.

They called her a bully? Fine by her. You can't insult someone in their own space and expect them to turn the other cheek.

She could be petty sometimes.

She'd even given Lydia a pass at et

first, knowing she was Blake's sister, and badn't booted her straight away.

"You, and you Flora's gaze moved over them, settling on Lydia. "How many of your designs are actually original? Hiring ghostwriters, copying, plagiarizing-what makes you think you can stay at Rose's Studio?" . FindNovel

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With that, the two women turned ghostly pale, lips trembling, speechless. Lydia looked equally shocked and pale.

How did she find out? They thought they'd covered their tracks well.

"Get them out, now!" Howell was fed up. From now on, Lydia and her crew were persona non grata at Rose's Studio. Lydia and her entourage were speechless as they were dragged out by security.

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"Boss, I'm sorry. I didn't manage the place well enough, letting those kinds of people in. How about get

you a bubble tea to make up for it?

Your favorite, half sugar..."

Howell felt awful, knowing his mistake had upset Flora, and he pleaded for her forgiveness.

Flora gave him a lazy glance but stayed silent, striding ahead.

"What if I throw in a strawberry cake? Boss, come on, talk to me—"

The designers watched in awe as Howell, usually so cool and detached, trailed after Flora, trying to sweet-talk her like a doting husband.

As soon as they were out of sight, whispers broke out among the designers.

"Lydia was a big name in fashion design. Who'd have thought she'd resort to plagiarism..."