Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1842

“You filthy bitch, you should be grateful I even notice you. Don’t think you can get away with that attitude. Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll sell you off and see how long you keep acting tough.”

He reached out, but before he could touch her, Jackson jabbed the metal skewer—still slick from the barbecue—straight through the back of the guy’s hand, pinning it flat against the table.

That was the last straw. Jackson’s icy anger spread through the night air. He yanked the skewer out, not even blinking. Fiona calmly swallowed her last bite of steak, then—BAM—the table went flying.

Fiona was on them in a flash, landing kick after kick. It only took seconds for the gang of trashy girls to end up on the ground, groaning. The men barely had time to react before Jackson dropped them too.

“You crazy bitch, you dare hit me? Do you even know who I am? This whole strip is my turf! Lay a finger on me and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”

Still mouthing off? Guess they hadn’t been taught a real lesson yet.

Fiona’s lips curled into a smirk. Without a word, she drove her foot into the ringleader’s side. The crack of bone was clear even with all the chaos of the night market. Their screams echoed through the stalls, but not a single vendor called the cops. That said everything about how these bullies usually treated people.

A couple of tourists, clueless about what was happening, tried to step in and play hero.

“You people are out of control! Beating people up right in public? I’m recording this and putting it online!”

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