Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1826

Jane fell silent, a wave of sadness washing over her. She had thought about this before, but the idea of witnessing the downfall of the Thompson family was just too much to bear. With a determined look, she said, "No matter what, I'll give it everything I've got."

Fiona nodded, not because Jane's words were particularly eloquent, but because the determination in Jane's eyes was unmistakable.

"Why don't you figure out what you want for lunch first?" Fiona suggested with a smile.

Jane pretended to think hard for a few seconds before blurting out, "Butter garlic shrimp! Spicy grilled shrimp!"

That was right up Fiona's alley.

The group headed to The Golden Spoon for lunch, a cozy spot just a ten-minute drive from campus. Jane, a true New Yorker, had eaten there countless times, but dining with the Thompson and Wallace families gave her an extra boost of confidence.

"Bring out all your signature dishes for this lady here," Jane announced, tossing her VIP card to the waiter with the flair of someone who knew their way around luxury.

"If Fiona sees you being so extravagant, she'll definitely cry poverty," Tyler joked, with a teasing grin.

Meanwhile, Jackson and Fiona were making their way from the parking lot when they noticed a girl from the Wallace family sneaking into The Golden Spoon's VIP room with a guy from the Thompson family. Exchanging a knowing look, they followed but were quickly stopped.

"With all that flattery, shouldn't she be feeding her shrimp by now? Doesn't she know how to play her part?" another chimed in mockingly.

Jane felt her grip tighten around the bowl, slammed it down, and marched to the door, confronting them with a fiery glare.

"If you're such an expert on sycophants, you must have cozied up to plenty of people yourself to get this good at it! So why don't you butter up your friend here? Maybe she'll take pity and treat you to a few more meals at The Golden Spoon."

With that, Jane slammed the door shut, her anger reverberating in the silence left behind.