Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1711

That evening, just as Fiona predicted, H shot straight to the top of the trending charts again. Headlines like “H Meets Yvenne at a Cafe,” “H Slaps Yvenne,” and “H Forces Yvenne to Kneel” were plastered across all the major websites. Even while lounging in bed, Fiona couldn’t help but smirk—Yvenne had walked right into her trap.

Yvenne, however, was playing it extra cautious. No one had managed to capture even a glimpse of her profile, which spoke volumes about how much Fiona intimidated her.

Fiona scrolled through the comments, her mood as light as ever. None of the chatter could ruffle her feathers; it was all just noise.

“H is so full of themselves! Sure, they're a talented designer, but that’s no excuse for this behavior. If they win the design competition, they’ll be unbearable!”

“We don’t even know what H looks like. Judging them as a bully based on some sketchy video is over the top.”

“H should be kicked out of the design world. With those dirty tactics, it’s a wonder they’re even a designer. Truly, you never know someone’s true colors.”

“Am I the only one who caught this video first? Link.”

With curiosity piqued, Fiona clicked the link. It led straight to her Twitter page, where she’d uploaded the video of her spat with Yvenne at the cafe. The audio added a punch to the tension, while Yvenne’s silent version painted her as a poor, wronged girl.

Fiona came off as intimidating, like she was ready to swallow Yvenne whole. Just as she put her phone down, Jackson’s call came through. No surprise there—it was about the online uproar spiraling out of control. Even the design competition organizers were fuming, completely blindsided by the turn of events.

For the moment, she was safe. But she knew she couldn’t hide out there forever; it wasn’t a long-term plan.

After mulling it over, she decided to sell everything and head overseas. These past few days had been a wake-up call. If Fiona pursued the plagiarism charges, Yvenne would be knee-deep in legal trouble, so she had to act fast.

Quietly, she reached out to someone who’d previously wanted to buy her apartment and sold it for a measly five hundred thousand. The property’s value was on the rise; she’d bought it through a benefactor for over eight hundred thousand. Losing more than three hundred thousand stung, but she didn’t care anymore.

Getting out was her top priority. Right now, survival was her most valuable asset.