Return Of The Crowned Heiress 17

Chapter 17

Kayla looked touched, but she still shook her head gently. "Melvin, please don't do this. No matter what, Felicia is still my sister. I wouldn't want you to do something like this for my sake..."

Melvin didn't catch much of what she said, but hearing her calling his name sent him soaring. After pursuing Kayla for over a year, doing everything from sweet gestures to thoughtful favors, he had never once received a smile from her-let alone her calling him his name. Now, at her most vulnerable moment, if he didn't step in, who would?

Determined, Melvin thumped his chest. "Kayla, don't worry about it. I promise to make this right. As long as you're happy, I'll do whatever it takes!"

Melvin left the Fuller residence, dialing up one of his lackeys as he walked. By sheer coincidence, one of his men was Lance, the loan shark who lent Shawn money.

"Lance, I need you to do me a favor."

He pulled out a cigarette but tossed it aside, remembering how Kayla disliked smokers. "I need you to handle a girl named Felicia Fuller. Do whatever it takes; I want her to disappear from Khogend."

On the other end, Lance paused, recognizing the name. "Mr. Chavez, are you talking about the real heiress that just reunited with the Fuller family?"

"Yes."

and slapped his thigh. "Don't worry, Mr. Chavez,

to the Fuller family, Shawn had transformed from a broke gambler to

not only paid off his debts but was now flaunting his wealth-buying lavish gifts for women

had been trying to use Shawn to control Felicia, but opportunities slipped through his fingers. He let out a sly chuckle as he had a new plan for handling Felicia. "Just make sure

"No problem."

the call ended, Lance called over his lackey. "Find out where Felicia is, follow her, and

"But Mr. Thompson, she's still a Fuller family heiress If they find out

cares? With Melvin Chavez backing us, the Fuller family

prestigious familles,in

could offend the Lawsons as well. The Lawson family was the head of the four prestigious families, a century-old noble

he could speak, Lance kicked

"Right away!"

away, rolling and crawling as

and Dexter had been fighting ever since, caught in a silent cold war. More accurately, Myra was waging it alone. No amount of appeasing from Dexter could change

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