Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1720

Jasmine shook her head, feeling a mix of frustration and pain. She hadn't found anything useful, and to top it off, she'd gotten herself injured. But in the midst of it all, she stumbled upon the hidden room of the Woods family, a secret that came at a cost.

When Fiona checked her pulse, she was shocked to discover that Jasmine's wounds were lingering because she had been poisoned.

“Get me a small apartment, something off the beaten path,” Fiona instructed as she wandered around Central College.

Jasmine tagged along, showing her around. She and Tyler had practically covered every inch of the place by now. Honestly, she found it all a bit dull and wouldn’t have bothered if Shelly hadn’t been glued to their sides.

Tyler was different, sure, but Jasmine couldn’t say she liked him in that way. He was interesting, nothing more.

Out on the sports field, Fiona spotted Tyler and the infamous Shelly Jasmine often talked about.

“Look at Tyler. Doesn’t he know how to turn someone down?” Jasmine commented.

Fiona glanced over and chuckled, “That’s just Tyler being Tyler.”

“Looks like he’s head over heels,” Jasmine snorted.

Tyler spotted Fiona and jogged over, smoothing his hair in a quick, nervous gesture. His smile was warm, the very image of a sunny, carefree guy.

“You finally made it,” he said, his tone light and welcoming.

“Yeah, just like we planned,” Fiona replied.

Following close behind, Shelly frowned, clearly not pleased. She shot Fiona a look full of suspicion.

Meanwhile, back at the Woods estate...

Jackson and Kimberly returned after dropping Nash off at school to meet up with Fiona and Tyler. The Woods mansion wasn’t like the Stonnell family home where Fiona could come and go as she pleased. Jackson and Kimberly barely had a foot in the door, let alone any influence over the main branch of the Woods family, especially since it wasn’t based in the capital.

“Mr. Woods, our master has no plans to acknowledge you, so please, leave,” an elderly man at the gate said, his manner polite but firm.

Jackson stood tall and silent, but Kimberly, uncharacteristically bold, scoffed, “We’re legitimate heirs, with the Woods blood. That can’t just be erased with a decision.”

“Jackson, say something. If they're so scared of us coming back, why send assassins after us?”

Kimberly had been simmering with anger all the way from the capital to the States, eager to vent her frustration. It was sickening, their hypocrisy—sending assassins one minute and denying their family ties the next. This was hardly the behavior of a respected family in the States.