Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 1042

Mr. Richard was completely stumped, unable to argue against the undeniable truth staring him in the face. It was indeed his poor judgment that had led to hiring someone like that at the University of Maple Grove. Colin's gaze then locked onto Blake, his eyes intense and unyielding.

Blake felt a chill race down her spine!

"Where do you get the nerve to mess with my daughter?"

He had served his country with pride, yet his own daughter was being bullied right there in school.

Fury was simmering in his chest.

"I... I didn't... I mean..."

Blake's face went ghostly pale, words failing her.

[Laughing out loud! This is so satisfying! Girls, come quick, Blake's scared out of her mind!]

[She thought Cynthia was easy prey, with no strong backing, and bullied her non-stop. But look at that, Cynthia's got a powerhouse behind her, and now she's done for.]

The online crowd was absolutely loving it.

They wished they could grab some popcorn and watch the drama unfold in person.

But that was not gonna happen.

Jules ended the live stream abruptly.

After all, having the national military involved wouldn't look great online.

"Ch... Mr. Colin, I... I was just..." Blake stammered, sweat pouring down her face. Mr. Colin had no time for her nonsense. With just a look, the soldier nearest to Blake kicked her knee, making her kneel. The pain brought beads of cold sweat to her forehead.

Lydia, watching anxiously, stayed silent, stunned by how powerful Cynthia's connections were.

Colin, casually toying with a gun in his hand, spoke in a cold, hard voice, "Blake, right? You might not know this, but I've been honored for my service; using my gun isn't illegal for me."

"Breaking a leg or an arm... no one would dare question me," he continued, his voice dripping with menace. "Care to test me on that?"

Blake was shaking like a leaf.

She had no doubt Colin meant every word he said.

"Sweetheart, go ahead, take your revenge. Daddy's here to back you up," Colin said, his voice turning gentle when he spoke to Cynthia. Cynthia didn't waste a second, rolling up her sleeves and striding forward, landing a slap on Blake's face!

And then another, just for good measure!

Hell yeah!

She'd been itching to do this for ages!

"How can you just hit someone like that!" Lydia shouted, seeing Blake get humiliated, "Just because you're the general's daughter doesn't mean you can hit people!"

"Well, I just did. And not stopping there, I'm kicking you too!"

With that, Cynthia aimed a kick at Lydia's stomach.

Lydia naturally tried to dodge, but the soldiers behind her held her in place.

A solid kick landed on her stomach.

Lydia cried out, doubling over in pain.

"This is for bullying me! And for trashing Flora online!" Cynthia, still fuming, kicked Blake a couple more times. "Who do you think you are?" "That's enough!"

Blake was furious, her whole body ached, and the pain made her gasp for air.

She glared at Colin, "Mr. Colin, you might be a general with a lot of power, but I'm a nationally recognized medical professional! I graduated from a top university, published twenty FCI papers, each winning major awards. People from all over the country and even around the world want to work with me! The national medical department has offered me opportunities! You have no right to humiliate me like this!"

Her achievements in medicine, though not as remarkable as Flora's, made her a big deal in Austenberg.

Because of her top-tier FCI papers, she was once considered a key talent to develop!

Even though her attempt to

sabotage Flora on Twitter had damaged her reputation in the medical community, her skills were undeniable. With every FCI paper winning awards, she had plenty of offers.

After Blake finished speaking, silence fell over the room.

Everyone looked at her like she was clueless.

Poor thing, she had no idea what was happening online.

People wanted to recruit her?

Was she unaware that her papers had been exposed, and she was about to be blacklisted by the entire medical community?

"Beck, hand her the phone."

Flora's voice, calm and detached, broke the silence.

She propped her chin on her hand, watching Blake with a mix of pity and amusement.

As if she were looking at someone completely oblivious.