Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 304

Chapter 304

Chapter 304

Time and time again, he hit the ground, only to get back up.

If it weren't for Flora's medicine, he'd have run out of steam long ago.

By the end of the day, Lance was covered in bruises and cuts, his body a roadmap of pain.

There were moments when even Freddy hesitated, reluctant to hit him again. But he was there to do a job, and Flora hadn't called time yet, so he had to keep going. Despite the agony, there were gains.

From barely managing to survive a single move, Lance could now go toe-to-toe with Freddy for two rounds.

"That's it for today; we'll pick up tomorrow.

As the clock struck five, Flora stood up, tucked her phone into her bag, and said it with the nonchalance of someone used to giving orders.

Colton rushed to the ring to help Lance up, noticing the welts and bruises. marring his skin. His fingers turned white as he gripped Lance's shoulder, a flash of concern crossing his face. The next day, Lance still took a beating, but it wasn't just one-way traffic

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anymore. He was starting to fight back while defending himself.

By the end of the session, he'd managed to land five hits on Freddy!

Seeing his progress, Lance was ecstatic, feeling a boundless energy surging through him.

On the third day, he got in eight hits, and his defenses were rock solid. Freddy had to crank up his effort to sixty percent just to land a blow.

Fourth day...

Fifth day...

Tenth day...

"Hal"

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Lance clenched his fists, eyes narrowing as Freddy charged at him.

From barely perceiving Freddy's moves, now Freddy's actions seemed almost slow to him.

The punch sliced through the air, carrying a force that seemed to rip the atmosphere apart.

Lance pushed off the ground, soaring to an incredible height, spinning perfectly mid-air, and landed a powerful kick on Freddy's back!

The impact sent Freddy flying forward!

He was about to tumble out of the ring!

Freddy felt his feet slipping off the edge, breaking into a cold sweat.

Just two more inches, and he'd have fallen off.

In only ten days, Lance's progress was staggering!

Freddy had to stay on his toes, no room for complacency!

"Again!"

Lance was on fire, his whole being radiating energy. He felt a powerful force trapped inside him, eager to be unleashed.

The more he fought, the stronger he felt, his attacks growing even fiercer!

Freddy couldn't keep up anymore.

"Stop, stop, give it a rest. We've been at it all morning, and you're still going like a man possessed. Don't you ever get tired?"

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Freddy, utterly spent, plopped down on the ring, his voice hoarse from thirst.

Lance, a bit sheepish, scratched his head. Ms. Flora's medicine really was something else-it made him feel like he could go on forever...

Ms Flora's concoctions/were the most potent he'd ever had. Every dose filled him with endless energy, numbing the pain completely.

That's how he managed to push his limits over and over again.

His rapid improvement wasn't just his effort; Flora's contributions were

immense.

"We've trained enough for the morning; let's grab some lunch and pick up

later."

Flora stood up, carrying two bottles of water to the ring, handing one to each.

of them.

Freddy and Lance chugged their bottles in one go.

"Thanks, Ms. Flora!"

Lance wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes shining like stars.

In just ten days, Lance was a different man, his voice brimming with confidence, his eyes sparkling with determination. He had a newfound toughness, but his smile was still as innocent as ever.

Flora headed back to the manor for her meal while Colton took Lance to the

main dining hall.

The hall was packed, and the sight of Colton and Lance immediately drew

attention.

Everyone knew about the bet between Lance and Hank, and curiosity was at an all-time high about who would win..

These days, whenever Lance showed up, he was always battered, making everyone wonder if he was secretly training.

"I'll grab the food; you replace us a spot," Colton said and disappeared into the

crowd.

Lance got two bowls of soup and found a seat to wait for Colton.

"Man, there's something different about Lance lately. He's been leaving early and coming back late, covered in bruises but still cheerful. Do you think he's really training in secret?" Hank and his buddies were huddled together, whispering.

Hank sneered, glancing over at Lance. "A loser's a loser, no matter how much they train."

"You're right, Hank. Our boss is an Enforcement disciple; Lance can't even come close!"

Another chimed in, "Three days until the Enforcement evaluation match. Lance is gonna be begging for mercy!"

"Do you think the boss' fiancée is nuts? Lance can't even take one move from our boss, but she thinks he can win."

"Ha! Those pampered girls don't know anything. She's not worthy of the boss. Only someone like Yara, who's both noble and strong, deserves him. The boss is probably just having some fun; he'll ditch her soon enough-Ah! What the hell!"

Hot soup drenched the guy's head, and he screamed, "Lance, are you crazy?!"

Lance slammed the soup bowl on the table, his usually cheerful eyes now icy

cold.

"I'm just teaching you some manners. Ms. Flora is the boss' fiancée, a woman of high status. You will not speak of her that way."