Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 1081

Moss looked as cool as a cucumber, while Beck stood there with his arms crossed, giving off a smug vibe.

"Thinking you can just run off? Keep dreaming," he sneered, leaving Aisha's face flickering between embarrassment and anger.

She knew these guys-they were Flora's entourage.

Why were they suddenly blocking her path?

Could it be...

Was Flora behind this?

The more Aisha pondered, the more her nerves frayed. Instinctively, she glanced over at Flora.

Flora, catching her eye, lifted her gaze lazily and shot her a nonchalant look. The lights were harsh, but Aisha could clearly see Flora's lips curl into a mocking smirk. She mouthed two silent words. -Moron.

Then Flora turned away, resting her head back on Connor's shoulder. Connor handed her a big cup with a straw-Flora wasn't big on water, so he made sure she got her daily dose.

The two of them were all lovey-dovey, oblivious to the world, while Aisha was practically seething, her whole body shaking with rage, nearly fainting from the sheer intensity of it all. This was crossing a line!

Flora was doing this on purpose!

Aisha finally got it-Flora and Henrik had known her intentions all along but let her walk right into their trap!

She'd been played!

How could they be so heartless!

Aisha knew she had to get out of there fast, but Moss and Beck, two towering figures, were blocking her escape. Her anxiety was through the roof, but she couldn't make a move. If she did, Beck would probably kick her without a second thought. And kicking? Beck excelled at that.

Meanwhile, a video had started playing on the big screen.

"Relax, once it's done, I'll pay you handsomely so you can vanish. Just follow my instructions to ruin Cecelia's reputation, and you'll get what I promised. I won't skimp on it."

"Spread all the dirt you can on

Cecelia. The internet folks are

gullible; they'll believe anything. I

want Cecelia to be ruined for good! And Henrik, with his constant support for Cecelia, I want him to fall from grace too!"

Those were Aisha's words to Liam Peyton before the event. Now, every word echoed through the hall.

The Aisha in the video looked downright nasty, making everyone sick to their stomachs.

A chill ran down Aisha's spine, sinking her into total despair. She'd been a target all along, and Henrik had even recorded her!

[You piece of work! You're the real

idiot! Who do you think you're calling

a fool? Wretched woman, you deserve to be blacklisted. You think

you can measure up to Cecelia? Take a good look at yourself

[Aisha, why are you still around? How can you keep stirring up

Vol

trouble? You better hide away, or I'll make sure to give you a beating every time I see you!]

The live stream viewers were boiling with anger!

Aisha had even managed to insult them along the way!

They weren't fools!

The journalists at the event were flabbergasted, bombarded with shocking revelations one after another. Good heavens.

It was just a fashion show, and now it had blown up into this massive scandal!

Their hearts were racing, their hands shaking; this year's big scoop was right there for the taking!

"So, it was all Aisha's doing! Where is she? She hasn't made a run for it, has she?"

Someone whispered under their breath.

The journalists scanned the room sharply.

Leaving no corner unchecked.

Finding Aisha and snagging an interview would mean their annual bonuses would skyrocket!

Just as those words were spoken, there was a deafening "bang!"

A giant figure was hurled through the air!

With a scream, it hit the ground with a thud!