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

Just after they graduated senior year, they naturally got to know Ivan and his crew.

This bunch...

Were nothing short of prodigies.

From the moment they set foot on campus, they became legends in the computer science department.

Until they graduated, there were few who could even come close to challenging their status.

Their own talents were pretty average, and in a place like the University of Maple Grove, packed with geniuses, they only managed to stay in the middle of the pack, barely scraping by to graduate. Computing is one of those fields where natural aptitude really matters.

Even though they were seniors who had already graduated, their skills were no match for Ivan and his crew, who were only sophomores.

After finishing their discussion, they took off with purpose in their stride.

Gregory's offer was tempting, but going up against Ivan and his team left them feeling uneasy.

Plus, if they stayed, yesterday's schoolmates could easily turn into today's enemies.

Gregory's face darkened like a storm cloud.

Aisha hadn't anticipated this turn of events either, but seeing Gregory's sour expression gave her a small thrill of satisfaction.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Too bad they left. Uncle, why don't you recommend a few more people? I could still use some help."

Gregory didn't respond, just glared at her for a few moments before storming off, his exit tinged with frustration.

Feeling quite pleased, Aisha took Ivan and the others to her office to assign them tasks.

Shallow Bay.

Flora was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

She just got a message from Aisha.

-Ivan and the rest have come to help at my company, thanks to you, Flora.

Flora just replied with an emoji.

She got up, walked to the staircase, and looked down.

The living room was a mess.

Connor and Ray were still drinking.

More accurately, Ray was drinking, and Connor was keeping him company, occasionally getting forced to down a glass.

Although Flora didn't know exactly what was up with Ray, she could guess it had something to do with Aisha.

Ray had been at it for over three hours before finally quieting down.

Only when the noise from downstairs stopped did Flora go down.

Ray was sprawled on the couch, dead drunk, his designer shirt all wrinkled, his face a mess of either liquor or tears, hair disheveled and hanging, looking utterly defeated. As if he had faced a monumental blow.

"What's going on with him?"

It was the first time Flora had seen Ray like this, and it left her feeling uneasy.

Connor, with a deep, somber look, watched Ray for a long while before heaving a sigh and saying, "He's resenting himself."

Over at the Brimer family...

There was starting to be some stir.

Fear?

Flora frowned.

Ray's outburst had ruined what was supposed to be a quiet evening for her and Connor.

Ray slept straight through until past six in the evening.

The sky outside had already darkened, adding a touch of melancholy.

Having drunk too much, his head throbbed, and it took him a while to sober up.

From his perspective, he could just see Flora and Connor in the kitchen.

Connor was cooking, with Flora flitting about, almost causing more chaos than help.

This scene was warm and irritating in equal measure.

The clanging of pots and pans grated on his nerves even more.

"Awake?" Connor, who was cooking, turned to look at the disheveled figure on the couch, "Go take a shower, change your clothes."

Flora also turned to look at him.

Ray, annoyed and listless, complied, showering and then throwing on one of Connor's shirts.

By the time he came down, the meal was ready.

Connor handed him a bowl of hangover soup, waited for him to finish, then sat across from him, hands clasped on the table, and slowly said, "Now that you're sober, let's settle the bill." Ray: "?"

"Twelve thousand for the sofa cover, thirty-three thousand for the suit you ruined, twenty-five thousand for the shirt you're wearing, plus other miscellaneous damages, comes to seventy-five thousand in total. I'll give you a discount, seventy thousand."

Ray: ".

He nearly roared, "Connor, are you even human?!"