Return of the Crowned Heiress

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At this time in her past life, Felicia's adoptive brother, Shawn Fuller, had schemed against her. He knocked her out and locked her in a hotel room, planning to offer her up to his loan shark as a way to settle his debts.

In order to escape, she had no choice but to jump out of the window. However, she was caught, and Shawn broke her right hand, ruining her ability to practice medicine and acupuncture forever.

This time, however, she would strike first. She would carve her own path with blood if needed.

At that very moment, Shawn was standing outside the hotel room door with the loan shark, nodding and bowing to him. "Mr. Thompson, she's in there. Just like we agreed-I give you my sister and all my debts will be wiped clean!" Lance Thompson, the loan shark, stared at the closed door, his heart itching with anticipation. "Shawn, I didn't think you'd actually go through with offering up your sister to settle a debt."

"She's not my real sister anyway," Shawn muttered under his breath, then quickly added, "Here's the room key, Mr. Thompson. She's all yours!"

Lance took the keycard eagerly, swiping it immediately. A few days ago, when he had come to collect his debt, he had caught a glimpse of Felicia. Even though she was young, she was stunningly beautiful.

He had been fantasizing about her for days since then. Finally, he was going to get what he wanted. He could hardly wait.

Behind him, his lackeys whistled and hooted.

"Mr. Thompson's getting lucky tonight!" one of them teased.

Without even looking back, Lance made his way into the dark room, his belly jiggling with excitement. "You punks wait your turn! Once I've had my share, you can have the rest."

His lackeys burst into cheers, but just as he stepped into the room, a heavy vase came crashing down from the darkness. It hit him squarely on the head, and blood splattered everywhere. His vision went black.

Before anyone could react, the vase smashed into Shawn's head as well. He let out a piercing scream, finally snapping the lackeys out of their shock. All eyes turned toward the figure emerging from the room.

The hallway was brightly lit, casting light onto Felicia's form. In her hand, she clutched the vase, blood dripping from the bottom. Her face was devoid of emotion, and her eyes were as cold as ice, making her look like a deranged killer.

With blood streaming down his face, Shawn looked at Felicia as if he'd seen a ghost. He couldn't explain it, but his usually docile sister had suddenly transformed into someone completely different. Her eyes brimmed with ferocity, each glance cutting like a knife. "What the fuck?"

Lance, whose head had been hit with the vase, growled, "What are you idiots doing? Tie her up! I'm going to teach her a lesson tonight!"

Hearing the command, the lackeys rushed forward to grab Felicia. However, there was no way she'd give them the chance to do that.

She swung the vase hard, knocking one of them down. She dodged a sneak attack from behind, kicked another lackey in the knee, and smashed the vase on the ground with a loud crash.

flew everywhere, and even Lance and

fire escape, but not before glancing back. Lance, Shawn, and their lackeys were already in pursuit, their bloody faces twisted with anger as

turned purple with

"Catch her!" he roared.

lackeys continued the chase, while others ran ahead to

catch her today, not only will I collect your debt with interest, but I'll also chop off one of your hands to settle

of man Lance was. He was ruthless and always kept his word. He cursed Felicia in his mind. If it

tied up and delivered to

direction Felicia had gone, his gaze filled with malice. He decided that he would break her legs when he

Felicia sprinted halfway across but had to stop. The lackeys had surrounded her, blocking her from every

Shawn sneered, "Run if you dare, Felicia! No matter how

remained unchanged. Not even a hint of fear could be seen

all directions. Although the street was lined with passersby, no one dared to step in and help. They all made way for the

her, alone

wiped the blood from his head and marched toward her. He snatched a club from one of the lackeys and swung it at

make sure you can't run ever

what had happened in her past life. However, this

contact, Felicia's gaze sharpened. She grabbed Shawn's wrist and twisted it. Then, she expertly locked his arm in a painful hold, forcing him to the ground using the acupuncture

hurts! Let go!

didn't budge. That move was something she had learned in prison in her past life.

body wasn't still weak, she would have broken

unmistakable. "Doesn't it hurt? You broke

hell are

she'd overpowered him. Felicia didn't bother to explain. All she felt was

training, shattering her pride and confidence, and leaving her defenseless. If he hadn't done that, she wouldn't have lost everything so tragically. She wouldn't have died that way. Hence, instead of letting him go, Felicia twisted harder, her grip even more ruthless. What Felicia didn't know was that across the street, someone was watching

was none other than Mike Lawson, the third son

nearby, "Hey, Stephan, come and take a

slightly on the sofa. Under the dark night sky, the city lights glittered. His tall, refined

a tailored suit, his every movement exuded an air of calm authority. His presence was stifling, making it hard

had seen him, they would have trembled and immediately knelt, nervously calling him