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

At that moment, up on the rooftop, twenty mercenaries were sprawled out, each clutching a sniper rifle. Their dark muzzles were aimed squarely at the private room where Jackson was. "We finally got our shot!"

"Take him out, and we'll snag a five hundred million dollar bounty. We won't have to worry about anything for the rest of our lives!"

One mercenary, sporting a small braid at the top of his head, drifted into a daydream, grinning at the thought of the cushy life ahead. But just then, a light tap on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. "Quit fooling around! We're on a mission!" he snapped, annoyed that someone would be messing around at such a crucial time.

The hand continued to tap lightly, almost politely, which only fueled his irritation.

Turning sharply, he barked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you keep tapping me? Focus on taking out Jackson-that's the priority!"

"Who's messing with you?" retorted the guy next to him, equally annoyed at the baseless accusation.

Ready to insist it was him, the man stopped short. The mercenary beside him had both hands firmly on his gun. There was no way he could have patted his shoulder.

So who did?

A ghost?!

His body went rigid with fear as he turned back and was met with a bright, disarming smile.

The girl, noticing his gaze, beamed even wider, her expression innocent and pure. But to the mercenaries, she was as terrifying as a demon.

How had a woman appeared behind them without anyone noticing?

"You... you... you..." he stammered.

"Don't be scared," she said with a sweet smile. "I'm very gentle."

...

Ten minutes later, Fiona surveyed the mercenaries strewn across the rooftop. She smiled, satisfied with her work.

"Remember this: the man inside is under my protection. If you think about going after him, make sure to consider if you're up to it first."

She was still smiling, light-heartedly.

Suddenly her eyes danced over the group, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. After all that trouble and a fight, she deserved a little something extra, right?

Feeling quite pleased with herself, Fiona made her way back to the diner. Before heading in, she stopped by the restroom to wash away the traces of blood, then leisurely walked into the private room. The table was set and waiting for her arrival.

"My lady, you finally made it!" Adam groaned. "If you hadn't come, Jackson wouldn't have let us touch the food!"

No sooner had he spoken than Jackson gave him a swift kick. "Ow! Jackson, what was that for?"

"If you can't talk properly, just zip it," Jackson said, his gaze sharp and narrowed at Adam.

"Boss, come on, have a seat! You must be starving!" Mikey chimed in eagerly.

Once Fiona sat down and noticed no one was eating, she raised an eyebrow. "Why isn't anyone eating? I'm starving!"

With that, she dove into her meal, eating heartily. She needed to refuel after burning up all that energy.

Watching Fiona devour her food, Jackson's lips curled into a slight smile. She was refreshingly straightforward. No pretense, just genuine.

Just then, Jackson's phone buzzed. He gave Fiona a brief glance before stepping outside to take the call.novelbin

"Is it done?" Jackson's voice was cold as he spoke into the phone.

"Boss... When we got there, the mercenaries were all out cold, clothes and guns gone!" They still hadn't wrapped their heads around what they'd seen. "What?" Jackson frowned, his dark eyes narrowing in disbelief.

His subordinate continued, sounding just as perplexed, "We slapped them awake, but none of them would say who knocked them out. They looked utterly embarrassed, like they'd been through something humiliating!"