Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return Of The Crowned Heiress 30

Chapter 30

Felicia focused intently as she treated her wounds.

When it came time to remove the bullet, she took a deep breath, bit down on a piece of disinfectant cotton, and steeled herself, using tweezers to extract the bullet from her flesh. Her face paled as sweat broke out, but she didn't make a sound.

She thought she wasn't bothering anyone, but she was unaware that every movement of hers was visible to Stephan through the reflection in the glass.

As she tore her pants open, Stephan remained relaxed, curious to see when she would cry out in pain or

scream.

When that happened, he intended to toss her out.

To his surprise, she remained completely silent, her shoulders trembling slightly. She didn't even shed a single tear.

This was unexpected.

leg. As her tense nerves relaxed, compounded by the loss of blood, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. An hour and a half later, the helicopter touched down at the

large and opulent. She had been there earlier in the afternoon,

notice Stephan also rising, his long legs striding to the door in

dare rush past him, so

injured leg. As she stepped back, the pain threw her off balance, and she stumbled right

onlookers, it looked as though

tightened his grip, pinning her against the

over six feet, made

air. But Felicia only

her neck. Instead of choking her, he pressed down. lightly, his cold fingertips pressing against the gash on her arm caused by the rock. Blood

a groan, her

a cloth. His words dripped with chilling

claiming to be his, both were

murderous intent fading as he

subordinate followed closely, asking "Mr. Russell, she knows

her go?"

a glance and replied slowly. "I'm a good

was at a loss