Wednesday evening.
In the last three days, Flora had been working like crazy.
It seemed as if being on the brink of death made her realise how crucial each moment was and therefore she devoted her everything to her work as a result.
At least, that's what she had intended, but a constant thought prevented her from fully immersing herself to her work.
"How should I tackle this problem…" Flora thought to herself while driving her way back to the hotel.
'While that man helped me by dealing with Gordon…there's still his brother-in-law…what if he still passes the bill,'
With Gordon gone Flora was unsure whether the man named Robert Potreigo would continue with passing the bill.
"If push comes to shove I'll just set up the company abroad," Flora muttered to herself decisively.
At 9 PM when Flora reached the room she was dead tired and just wanted to sleep.
She slammed herself on the couch to take a breather.