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

After hearing everything, Crimson's face turned a furious shade of red. She shot a cold glare at Mr. Atticus, her eyes icy with disdain.

"The Medical Organization, always living up to my low expectations," she sneered. "Shameless, as usual."

"Vice President Crimson, what's your move?" Mr. Atticus asked, confidence oozing from every pore. He was sure she'd cave to the temptation. Jules and Séraphine were just members of Club 257. Crimson would definitely hand them over.

"Come here for a sec," Crimson said, smiling as she gestured him over. Mr. Atticus, seeing her friendly demeanor, thought she was finally ready to cooperate and inwardly scoffed. Typical. He stood up, towering over her as he walked closer. "Speak."

Crimson's lips curved into a wicked smile, her face stunning yet menacing. Mr. Atticus was momentarily dazzled, but in the next instant, his expression twisted in shock. Crimson kicked him hard in the crotch! The kick was brutal. If he hadn't dodged just in time, he might have lost his future generations. Crimson followed up with another kick. This time, as Mr. Atticus instinctively shielded his groin, the blow landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He hit the marble floor with a thud, gasping in pain.

Hearing the ruckus, the staff rushed in. "Throw him out! And get every last person from the Medical Organization out of here!"

Crimson had had enough. These jerks had the nerve to target Flora again! The staff grabbed Mr. Atticus by the legs and dragged him out.

"Crimson!" Mr. Atticus roared, both enraged and humiliated, his eyes bloodshot. "You dare humiliate me like this? The Medical Organization will not spare you!"

"Oh, really?" Crimson smirked, signaling the staff to pause as she approached the door where Mr. Atticus lay. He glared at her, trying to sound intimidating. "Scared now?"

Before he could finish, Crimson stomped her high heel onto his mouth. "Listen here, I don't know the meaning of fear. Let's see if the Medical Organization gets to me first, or if I get to you."

Mr. Atticus trembled in agony, eyes wide with terror. He knew she meant every word. She could and would do it.

"Get him out of here," Crimson ordered, disgust written all over her face.

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Everyone saw Mr. Atticus being dragged out, alive but battered. Though he was just a minor instructor, he was well-known as the Medical Organization's representative in dealings with various powers. Seeing him bloody and beaten, people couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

They watched in shock as Crimson and her team expelled all members of the Medical Organization, tossing their luggage out as well.

"Club 257 folks are really bold, messing with the Medical Organization like that," people murmured, astonished.

It was the first time anyone had seen someone openly defy the Medical Organization.

"Mr. Atticus, what happened?" Susan felt utterly humiliated, like a stray dog. Selene looked equally displeased, not just from the embarrassment, but also because she couldn't see S anymore.

Mr. Atticus, too injured to stand properly, felt the sting of the onlookers' eyes. He gritted his teeth. Just you wait. Let them have their moment now; soon, she'd be begging for him to come back.