Chapter 30


    The young officer found it odd that the Chief was getting involved in such trivial matters, “Yes, how


    come


    Is she alright? Nothing happened to her right? The Chief’s heart was in his throat.


    That guy was famously known for doting on his sister to an extreme. If anything happened to Flora


    under the chief’s watch, that guy. might just tear the police station down.


    Even the usually slow–to–catch–on officer could tell there was something special about Flora now.


    He couldn’t help but steal a nce at her, realizing thisdy must have quite the background.


    “Don’t worry, Chief, she’s fine.”


    “That’s a relief.” The Chief finally rxed. “Let them go, and make sure nothing happens to Flora.”


    “Understood.”


    No sooner had the young officer hung up than another call came through. He frowned upon seeing


    the caller ID. The Director–General was calling too?


    What was going on today?


    He hesitantly answered, “Hello?”


    “Officer Johnson, did you happen to arrest someone named


    “Flora?” The young officer’s heart skipped a beat


    “Yes, yes, release that youngdy immediately.”


    Flora was treasured by someone very important. The voice from the Director–General sounded


    tight and panicked, “Remember, handle her with care. Don’t let her make a fuss.”


    After ending the call, the young officer stared at Flora with shock in his eyes. Who exactly was she,


    to make two high-ranking officials take action?


    At that moment, Hennk arrived, looking like he had rushed over. He was relieved to find Flora safe


    and sound


    He was drenched in sweat, his usually neat attire now disheveled from running, all because he


    feared something might have happened to Flora.


    After Henrik signed the necessary documents, the young officer let Flora and the others leave.


    “Flora, well be off then.” Dane said dryly.


    “See you tomorrow.” Flora nodded slightly, her delicate face breaking into a smile.


    A group of young men blushed and hurriedly left.


    Just as Flora st


    stepped out of the police station, she saw Moss. Ms. Flora, Mr. Connor is waiting for you in the cart


    Flora peeked at the car parked across the street, feeling a bit quilty. Connor hade too.


    Henrik said softly, “Go ahead, have a good talk. I need to stop by the traffic department.”


    Flora was puzzled. “What for?”


    “Paying a fine.”


    A rare hint of embarrassment crossed Henrik’s usually gentle face


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    Flora instantly got it, both touched and amused,


    After Henrik left, she walked over to the car door and opened it.


    First, she saw a pair of charming eyes. Flora was taken aback.


    Ray was sitting next to Connor, disappointed at seeing her unharmed. He had been right beside


    Connor when the call was made, hoping she would be badly hurt so he could enjoy the drama


    Connor pushed him slightly, “Get out.”


    Ray sluggishly moved to the passenger seat.


    upset, she


    Flora carefully climbed into the back seat. She cautiously nced at Connor’s somewhat darkened


    face. Knowing he was ups decided to y the sympathy card.


    She poked his arm, her voice choked with feigned distress, “Connor, my hand hurts.”


    Connor looked at her, his heart softening, and took her hand. Her delicate fingers were slightly


    reddened, though it couldn’t have been very painful.


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    “Next time something like this happens, you must protect yourself. If you’re not sure you can handle


    it, stall them and call me Immediately.” –


    “Don’t worry, those thugs couldn’t hurt me,” Floraughed, wrapping his hand with hers, and


    quickly fished out a brand–new sachet from her pocket, handing it to Connor “Here’s a new sachet


    I made for you. Keep it safe. You can throw the old one away”


    A faint scent of medicinal herbs mixed with gardenia filled the car, instantly refreshing everyone


    inside. The uneasy heart seemed to calm down at that moment.


    Moss and Ray couldn’t help but look over.


    “Connor, why would a grown man carry a sachet around?” Raymented.


    “Mr. Ray, Ms. Flora’s sachets are magical, Moss said, “Wearing it over time helps with sleep and


    overall well–being”


    They had been with Connor and witnessed how the sachet improved his sleep quality significantly,


    even affecting their own energy and spirits for the better.


    Ray was skeptical. Seriously? At best, it might contain some sleep-inducing herbs.


    When Flora noticed Moss seemed interested, she said, “If you want, I can make one for you when I


    have time.”


    “Thank you, Ms. Flora.”


    “I want one too,” Ray quickly added. Though he wasn’t keen, he wanted one if others had it.


    Flora nced at him, “Pay up.”


    “How much?” Rayughed.


    “Two million,” Flora said with a straight face.


    “You must be out of your mind.”


    A mere sachet for two million? That was almost as much as what fragrance Séraphine charged for


    a custom scent.


    How was this scamming attitude any different from that person at Club 257?


    The thought of those ten million made Ray’s head ache.


    Tuesday


    Flora still made it to ss Z Z right on