Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 111

Mike asked, "What if she actually asks for your help? Would you say yes?"

"It depends on my mood."

Mike fell silent, thinking Stephan was heartless!

Stephan toyed with the round, smooth porcelain bottle, casually removing the cap to sniff it. The scent of fresh grass wafted up, quite unique. In his boredom, he poured a bit out and applied it to the scars on his hand.

He remembered Felicia mentioning that it was effective even on old scars, so he thought he'd give it a try for her sake.

Just then, Mike glanced at his vibrating phone and exclaimed, "No need to ask for help. I just got the news that Felicia has escaped!

"My grandpa has mobilized nearly half the staff to search for her up and down. I need to check things out. See you later."

As he typed a message while heading for the exit, he didn't forget to turn off the lights for Stephan.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Stephan paused, contemplating whether he should offer Felicia a helping hand.

However, in the next second, his expression changed drastically, his gaze darkening as he smashed the porcelain bottle to the ground! Shards flew everywhere.

his teeth in

surged

was something wrong

red, a surge of murderous intent

Felicia had some nerves!

can't believe you had the nerve to

...

"Pristine Hall," which appeared to be a dreamy castle from the outside, combining banquet halls, dining

more like a maze, vast and

had no interest in admiring the luxury around her. She was too

time here, and she was completely unfamiliar with the layout. The winding corridors

hopelessly lost after running for

bodyguards behind her

Since Arnold had

en

the banquet hall with no exceptions. Even if it was just her alone, they were

eyes, Felicia darted into

with someone at the corner-a girl wearing a mask and a hat that