Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1844

Everything happened so fast, not a single cop had time to react. They just stood there, completely stunned, still trying to figure out what on earth had just gone down. By the time it all registered, Fiona was already back in her seat, cool as ever, casually scrolling through her phone and making a call like nothing had happened.

After witnessing that, the more experienced officers started to realize that Jackson and Fiona weren’t your average troublemakers. The way they handled things—with that calm, sharp confidence—hinted at some serious connections. And when they heard the chief was the bratty girl’s uncle, neither Fiona nor Jackson so much as flinched. No fear, no panic. That alone was enough to make anyone suspicious.

Meanwhile, the spoiled girl got pulled to her feet. She didn’t even dare look at them, let alone start more drama. She was hurting so bad, especially her stomach, that she could barely stand upright.

Not long after, the chief of police stormed in. The second he saw his niece all roughed up, his temper flared. Sure, she could be a handful—loud, demanding, always getting her way—but she was still the family’s only daughter, and he’d spoiled her rotten since she was little.

Now that she’d been humiliated? There was no way he was letting that slide. He was already gearing up to throw the book at Jackson and Fiona.

But before he could even say a word, his phone rang. He checked the screen—an official government number from D.C. Instantly suspicious, he picked up, having no idea what to expect. As soon as the line connected, someone on the other end started yelling at him so loudly he had to pull the phone away from his ear.

“What kind of chief are you? Are you trying to get yourself fired and sent back home to dig potatoes? I usually don’t care what you do with your own family, but if you mess this up today, you can kiss your job—and your future—goodbye. You’ve got the nerve to go after the Woods family AND the Stonnell family? What’s next, you want to take on the President himself?”

The chief was totally lost, no idea what any of this meant.

“Sir, with all due respect, what’s going on? The Woods family, the Stonnell family? We’re just a small-town precinct, there’s no way we’d be involved with people like that.”

Even as he spoke, he glanced over at Jackson and Fiona. The moment he really looked at their faces, he nearly fell over in shock.

She was still riding high, thinking her uncle could fix anything for her. With him in her corner, what did she have to be afraid of?

She pointed at Jackson, clinging to the chief’s arm with a sugary smile. “Uncle, I really like this guy. Make him be my boyfriend, okay?”

The chief felt a migraine coming on. That phone call had made it painfully clear—this was way, way out of his league.

He spun around and slapped his niece across the face, his patience gone. “When are you going to grow up? You started this mess, and now you expect me to abuse my power for you? Do you even realize what you’re asking for?”