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

The Falcone family has arrived! And guess what? Connor's here too!

The Falcone and Reyes families have always had each other's backs, so it's no surprise they've come to lend a hand. With their arrival, there's finally a glimmer of hope. It's not just the Falcone name they trust; it's Connor himself. No one dares to challenge Connor-the

legendary warrior himself! Now that he's here, Club 257 and the Hacker Alliance are in serious trouble.

As Connor stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but notice the chaos-family heads and bodyguards sprawled all over the place. It looked like a battlefield, except everyone was still breathing. His eyes narrowed as he hurried towards the Reyes mansion. His steps were a bit off-kilter, a rare display of anxiety and fear.

Moss and Beck hopped out of the car, gasping at the sight of hundreds of people lying around. The scene was nothing short of epic, a testament to the intensity of the recent battle.

"Mr. Falcone, be on your guard. We have no idea what they did to us, but we suddenly lost all our strength!" warned the family heads as they noticed Connor entering. They feared he might fall victim to the same fate.

But Connor seemed unfazed, striding forward with determination, his eyes cutting through Crimson and the guy with the slicked-back hair, zeroing in on Flora. The folks from Club 257 knew Connor was Flora's fiancé, so they wisely stepped aside.

Crimson quietly moved out of the way. The family heads, clueless about this relationship, thought Connor's reputation alone was enough to scare them off. That's the kind of presence Connor had!

The once-cocky crowd fell silent at his mere presence.

"Mr. Falcone, those Club 257 folks are way too full of themselves! You've got to put them in their place!"

"Especially that woman in the leather jacket! She's used some kind of witchcraft on us. You've got to catch her and make her spill the beans!"

"Now you lot are scared, huh? Still feeling bold?"

With Connor around, they felt emboldened, their words filled with newfound confidence. Meanwhile, Connor made his way effortlessly to Flora.

"Mr. Falcone, it's that woman! Don't let her get away!" Ben shouted, all fired up. Catch that woman!

The other family heads were thrilled, already picturing Flora's downfall, celebrating without realizing that the Club 257 crew was watching them like they were fools.

Connor stopped right in front of

Flora, not even a meter apart. He just stood there, looking at her, saying nothing. Under his intense gaze, Flora bit her lip, staying silent, her head drooping lower.

Connor studied Flora carefully, relieved she wasn't hurt. His heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled. But then, anger flared up inside him. He looked at Flora and almost exploded, "You drugged your own fiancé, Flora? You've outdone yourself this time."

He rarely used her name, a clear sign of just how upset he was. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, and the air became thick with tension.

Ben and the others' smiles froze. Fiancé? Connor just claimed that title, so that woman in the leather jacket... was the legendary fiancée he doted on endlessly!

So Connor wasn't here to save them; he was here to back Flora up!

Hearing Connor's words, Flora

lowered her head even more.

Connor had plans to punish her, but

seeing her like this, his anger

evaporated, replaced by a wave of

sympathy.

"You'll face the music when we get back, and it'll be serious," he said, his voice softening as he gently placed a hand on her head. "Are you hurt?" "No," Flora replied, her voice barely above a whisper.