Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return Of The Crowned Heiress 63

Chapter 63

Felicia almost gagged at hearing the word "fiancé".

She didn't bother to hide the evident disdain on her face as she replied, "I'm not picking up trash from a garbage dump."

Stephan seemed to chuckle. His voice carried the usual indifference but with a hint of mischief. "At least you have a good taste."

From Stephan tone, it seemed he was looking down on Arnold as well.

Felicia was slightly surprised, but the Rolls-Royce had started moving before she could ask.

Through the lowered window, Stephan leaned lazily against the leather seat. He radiated an impenetrable air of coldness despite his relaxed posture. Every gesture of his exuded an innate commanding presence. Rays of sunlight cast on his face, highlighting his pale complexion and chiseled features.

Felicia was momentarily dazed. It was only then that she remembered that Stephan, the head of the Russell family, was just 28 years old yet already wielded immense power.

was nothing

compared to him. Trash like Arnold belonged

Felicia grumbled, she looked up and met Arnold and Kayla's hostile gazes across

had run out of the Lawson

Everything had been decided, and the marriage was set. Anyone could tell that Matthew had prepared for this

and ordered the butler to distribute the wedding invites right on the spot. Arnold

She immediately burst into tears and ran out with Arnold running

their surprise, they saw Felicia arriving

glance, the man in

and her heart raced. On one hand, she was momentarily stunned by the man's looks, and on

and pretended to mutter, "Why is Felicia getting out of another man's car? She disappeared early this morning, and none of the maids saw her leave. Could she have sneaked out last night?"

words. He wondered why Matthew was forcing him to marry such

up to Felicia. His eyes, filled with restrained fury, were laced

didn't want to marry me? Why

obvious you did