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

As the words hit the air, Zachary's heart skipped a beat. He shot his gaze up, locking eyes with Flora, who seemed to have a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

She had evidence? What could she possibly have on him?

"If I didn't do it, then I didn't do it. You say you've got evidence, so bring it on. But if it's all made up, we're no fools here."

Zachary, battling the panic rising inside, replied with a forced laugh.

"Of course, we're not fools, but you're sure playing the role of one," Kruz chimed in, exasperated.

"Moss."

Noticing Zachary's facade of calmness, Flora chuckled softly and called out.

Moss walked over briskly, handing a stack of papers to Flora. "Ms. Flora."

Flora took them, barely glancing at Zachary, then suddenly lifted her arm and released her grip-

The stack of documents slapped right into Zachary's face!

The sharp edges left a cut on his cheek.

"If you want to see the evidence, then feast your eyes."

Flora's icy tone reverberated through the racetrack.

The crowd gasped, taken aback by Flora's audacity, yet thinking...

Wow, that's bold!

"Flora, you!"

Zachary stared daggers at Flora, his finger trembling as he pointed at her.

She actually dared to smack him with those papers.

How could she dare?

How dare she!

"Hang tight, the best part is yet to come."

Flora, watching him on the brink of fury, said coolly.

As soon as she finished, the racetrack's big screen flickered to life, broadcasting a series of all-too-familiar voices.

"Don't worry, bro. It's just Flora, I can handle her. Changing positions is no big deal."

"The Reyes family might've been big once, but if it weren't for their pharmaceutical chain, the top spot should belong to us, the Jones family."

"Flora's engaged to Connor, but come on, who is Connor, really? A guy like him, how much can he really care about a woman? He'll toss her aside when he's bored." The voices were unmistakably Zachary's and Gerald's.

Their conversation echoed repeatedly across the racetrack, lingering in the air.

Zachary was struck dumb.

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These were the words he'd shared with Gerald over the phone. How on earth did Flora get hold of their call records?

"You-you-you've been spying on me!" Zachary was visibly shaken, his lips quivering.

Could they have planted some bug on his phone from the start?

Otherwise, how would they have his chat logs?

"You're giving us too much credit."

Flora said flatly, without a hint of emotion.

She had more fun things to do with Connor, like cuddling and goofing around, than wasting time spying on Zachary.

"Then how did you..."

How did she get her hands on these!

"Oh, I forgot to mention." Flora flashed a sly grin. "Besides racing, I'm pretty handy with computers. Took me all of two minutes to dig up every chat record on your phone, including videos and pictures." She paused, her smile deepening. "I must say, Zachary... for your age, you sure know how to live it up. Those videos are quite something."

As she spoke, everyone's expressions shifted, casting curious and amused glances at Zachary.

His face turned a deep shade of crimson, his body trembling even more.

Connor, rubbing his temples, felt both a headache and a wave of helplessness-the girl sure knew how to make waves.

Moss delivered another blow, "Zachary, the stuff on your computer is equally jaw-dropping. You know what you've been up to these years. We've already shared it with the major families."

Those in power rarely have clean hands. The evidence of Zachary's underhanded dealings with some families, now sent to those very families by Moss, was a disaster waiting to happen for the Jones family! The Jones family, kicked out of Racing Club 257 and having crossed the major families, was now facing utter ruin!