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

to him. Trash like Arnold belonged in the

and Kayla's hostile gazes across the street. Speak

out of

his demand that Arnold would marry Felicia. Everything had been decided, and the marriage was

date and ordered the butler to distribute the wedding invites right on the spot. Arnold and Felicia's names were written on

and ran out with Arnold running after

saw Felicia arriving and stepping out of

glance, the man in the Rolls-Royce had a face that was

momentarily stunned by the man's looks, and

maids saw her leave. Could she have sneaked out

why Matthew was forcing him

His eyes, filled with

you didn't want to marry me? Why didn't you come this

did