Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1863

The girls crowding around Amy in the dorm were instantly pissed off by Jane’s words.

“What’s your problem, Jane? We’re just here to hang out. Chill, okay?”

“Yeah, seriously. Even Amy hasn’t said anything, and you’re going off for no reason!”

Jane shot them an icy look, stepped up, and yanked one girl up from her seat. “Move. That’s my spot. Who told you to sit there?” She didn’t even wait for a response. “That cushion you’re on? Fifteen grand. You break it, you pay for it.”

She ripped the cushion away, tossed it right at the girl who’d spoken up, and didn’t even spare her a glance. “That’s brand new—I just bought it this morning and haven’t even used it myself. Now you’ve already sat on it. I don’t use things after other people touch them. And the foundation you’re holding, the lipstick you swatched on your wrist, the eyeliner in your hand—they’re all mine. That’s another twenty grand. Pay up.”

The girls just stared at her, totally thrown off. Wasn’t all this Amy’s stuff?

Especially the girl clutching the cushion—she just froze, completely lost.

“Are you crazy? You can’t just demand money like that!”

“Either pay up, or I call the police. Your choice.” Jane wasn’t about to argue.

The minute the word “police” came out, panic set in. Their families were well-off, but not enough for them to casually drop that kind of cash. Their monthly allowance wasn’t even close—they’d have to save up for months to cover it.

“We didn’t know, okay? You shouldn’t have left your stuff out. We just came to chat with Amy.”

Jane didn’t budge. “If you’re not paying, I’m calling the cops.” She pulled out her phone, ready to dial. The girls freaked out and snatched it away from her, faces pale, begging her to stop.

Amy didn’t let them down. She pulled out her phone and, right then and there, transferred the full amount to Jane.

“Jane, don’t be so hard on them. They didn’t mean any harm. I’ll pay for them, okay? Just let it go.”

Amy sounded totally sincere, and the girls instantly felt grateful.

“Doesn’t matter to me. As long as I get the money, take your stuff and get out,” Jane replied, not even looking their way.

Any trace of confidence the girls had left was gone—they slunk out, heads down, no more attitude.

All the while, Fiona watched the whole scene unfold. Honestly, she thought Amy’s way of handling things wasn’t all that clever. If anything, it was a little clumsy.