Return of the Crowned Heiress

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Arnold Lawson.

Hearing that name again sent a surge of hatred through Felicia. She couldn't forget the cold, decisive way he had sent her to prison in her past life. Nor could she shake the memory of him looking down on her, bloodied and barely alive, judging her from above. She didn't even want to look at him. Felicia strode outside just as Eugene pulled up with the car. Without hesitation, she got in.

"Drive," she commanded.

With that, Eugene started the vehicle.

At that moment, Arnold arrived at the Fuller residence in his own car. As their vehicles passed each other, he casually glanced out, momentarily blinded by the morning light. In that brief moment, he caught a glimpse of a flawless profile-a cool, striking, distant beauty- before it vanished.

Arnold got out of his car and turned to look back, but before he could see clearly, he heard Kayla's cheerful voice behind him.

"Arnie!"

Arnold turned, his expression softening with a smile that made his already handsome face even more attractive. He reached out, affectionately ruffling Kayla's hair.

Blushing, Kayla was about to say something when Arnold looked toward the end of the road and asked, "Was that the daughter that Mr. and Mrs. Fuller just brought back?" Kayla froze, suddenly alert. No matter how reluctant she was to admit, Felicia was undeniably beautiful. Just standing there, she effortlessly commanded everyone's attention. Biting her lip, Kayla cautiously probed, "Arnie, have you met her? What do you think?"

"What can I think?" Arnold chuckled, teasing her in his usual tone. "I'm just worried that you, my precious pearl, might be doted on less. I wouldn't want to see you crying as you'll need me to comfort you." "Arnie!" Kayla stomped her foot, but inwardly, she relaxed. Some people were simply irreplaceable.

...

in the rearview mirror and respectfully

many expert-level traditional doctors. People flocked there seeking medical advice. Eugene instinctively asked, "Are you feeling unwell, Ms.

said honestly. "I'm going to

Work?

Given her previous family background,

casually replied, "What others give, they can take away. I can

before when it suited them. Only the

a traffic jam. Many cars were stuck, and it seemed a serious accident had

go take a look," she said, stepping out of the car. She navigated through

seem too severe, one of the passengers-a frail elderly man was in distress, lying on the ground with

out so soon. The elderly man was Arnold's grandfather, the current head

her past life, after saving him, he had taken a liking to her and had insisted on tying her to Arnold when the Fuller and Lawson families considered an marriage alliance. Due to that, Arnold had grown to despise her, convinced she had

it was due to poisoning-not a car accident-that she had

that no matter how hard she tried to

Royce was forced to a sudden stop as the lane was

is blocked ahead, Mr. Russell," the driver said

who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, opened them. His dark lashes cast a slight shadow over his sharp, sculpted