Chapter 214
Flora glanced in the direction of the voice.
The woman was about 5’9“, with a jaw–dropping figure that her tight workout gear only accentuated, her generous chest straining against the fabric. For convenience, Flom had also thrown on some sportsweat but compared to this woman, she felt like she was back in grade school. She looked down at her own modest chest and sighed.
Taking a step, she started walking towards the woman. Before she could get very far, Crimson came sprinting over Wapping her in a tight hug. “Ah, Flora, sweetheart! I’ve missed you so much!”
Flora’s face was totally smothered in Crimson’s soft bosom. “Cough, cough, cough!” She almost choked but thankfully, Crimson released her just in time.
Crimson grabbed Flora’s backpack and slung it over her own shoulder, guiding Flora out of the airport. “You’re hardly ever in Maple Grove. Want to swing by headquarters?” Crimson chatted as they walked. “I didn’t tell anyone you were coming. They’d be over the moon to see you.”
“Maybe not this time,” Flora replied, a bit rushed. She needed to be back by tomorrow night at the latest, or her dad and brother would start asking questions. Plus, there were folks at Club 257 she wasn’t keen on running into.
“Alright, if you insist.” Crimson didn’t push it.
Once outside, Crimson asked Flora to wait while she fetched the car from the parking lot. Flora was about to respond when something caught her eye, and suddenly she bolted!
A red Lamborghini was speeding towards a kid standing in the middle of the road. Flora dashed in, scooped up the child, and rolled to the side just in time. The car zoomed past, missing her leg by mere inches, before swerving and crashing into the curb with a loud bang. The roof crumpled on impact.
Flora’s wrist, cradling the child’s head, smacked hard against the curb. Sharp pain shot through her, and she went a bit pale as she got up, still holding the child with one arm.
“Are you crazy?!” Crimson ran over, relieved to see Flora mostly okay. The kid, Initially too shocked to react, started bawling once his mom arrived.
“Thank you. Thank you so much!” The kid’s mother, tears streaming down her face, kept thanking Flora. She couldn’t fathom what might have happened if Flora hadn’t intervened.
“Just be more careful next time. Don’t let him run into the road like that; it’s really dangerous,” Flora advised, rubbing her sore wrist. “Seriously, how can you be so careless? That was my brand–new car! Do you have any idea how much it cost?” The woman from the Lamborghini stormed over, livid about her wrecked roof. She glared at Flora and continued, “That car was worth eight hundred thousand dollars! I just got it three days ago! And now, thanks to your kid, it’s totaled! Couldn’t he have played anywhere else but the middle of the road?”
She’d spent half a year
vincing her dad to buy her that car for her coming–of–age celebration, and now it was ruined. She knew her dad wouldn’t buy her another one. The thought made her eyes blaze with fury.
The kid’s mom turned white as a sheet. She had never seen an eight–hundred thousand–dollar car in her life.
