Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Felicia looked around and noted that the door was unlike the others in the hotel. It was adorned with intricate ancient patterns radiating a mysterious and dangerous air.

It felt oddly familiar. She wondered where she had seen that before.

As she struggled to recall, a cold laugh sounded behind her. The area was dark, and the sudden. rush of cold air on her neck startled her.

Felicia shuddered and instinctively swung her first. "Bang!"

A grunt of pain followed as she focused, only to notice that she'd struck Arnold.

Oh, so that was nothing. She retracted her fist without a hint of remorse.

Arnold clutched his nose, and his eyes blazed with anger. This was the second time she'd punched him after all-once at the Lawson residence's gate as a lesson learned and now again. "Felicia! I can always give you a beating even if you're a woman!" he growled.

retorted with a smile that didn't

give her a beating, he had tried to do so, only to

Arnold was rendered

the door of the presidential suite behind her. He sneered, "Here to meet your sugar daddy again? He gave you that one-million-dollar

sounded more

could only mean one thing-she was here for some illicit

He spat out the words with disdain. He turned to leave as if looking

ended up getting Insulted instead. She wasn't going to let it

quickly caught up to him, grabbed his arm, and threw his words back at him, "Mr. Lawson, so you're saying that me being at the hotel makes me despicable. What about you? Are you despicable too?" Arnold retorted, "You think I'm

she was at a hotel, it was to

Chup B

at a hotel, was for a business meeting instead. It seemed clean and respectable. Such a perfect

she started dragging Arnold

shouted, "Felicia! What are

firm grip on his suit as she shoved him