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.

even Lance and

the end of the hallway was the elevator, and next to it, a fire escape. Felicia darted into the fire escape, but not before glancing back. Lance, Shawn, and their lackeys were already in pursuit, their bloody faces twisted with anger as if they wanted to tear her apart. Felicia smirked and flipped them the bird. They were nothing but trash

face turned purple

"Catch her!" he roared.

the chase, while others ran ahead

I collect your

too well what kind of man Lance was. He was ruthless and always kept

worry, Mr. Thompson! I'll make sure she's tied up and delivered to you!" Shawn promised, ignoring the injury on his

took off in the direction Felicia had gone, his gaze filled with malice. He decided that he would break her legs when he caught up to

constantly passing by. Felicia sprinted halfway across but had to stop. The lackeys had surrounded her,

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

a hint

in all directions. Although the street was lined with passersby, no one dared to step in and

just her, alone against

toward her. He snatched a

I'll make sure you can't

was like a repeat of what had happened in her past life. However, this time he wanted to break her legs

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 points in his muscles and tendons. His arm bent

hurts! Let go! Let

in prison in her past life. After being bullied countless times, a cellmate had taught her how to

her body wasn't still weak, she would have broken

her eyes was unmistakable. "Doesn't it hurt? You broke my right hand. That hurt a

are you

leg, but before he could, she'd overpowered him. Felicia didn't bother

tragically. She wouldn't have died that way. Hence,

Mike Lawson, the third son of the powerful

and called out to the man lounging on a leather couch nearby, "Hey, Stephan, come and take a look.

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

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

him, they would have trembled and immediately knelt, nervously calling him "Mr.