Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 113

Felicia had no background to connect with such powerful figures, let alone seek their protection.

Matthew ordered, "Search elsewhere. You have another half hour to find her!"

"Yes, Mr. Lawson Senior!"

With that order, the bodyguards hurried off to continue the search.

...

In the pitch-black room, Felicia felt a sudden whirl of motion. Her body lifted off the ground, and in the next moment, she was thrown heavily onto a large bed.

A strong, heated body pressed down on her, arms locking around her like iron, pinning her in place.

Felicia raised her foot, ready to deliver a fierce kick aimed at her assailant's most sensitive areas.

"Damn it! Go to hell!" Felicia thought to herself.

But the man effortlessly caught her ankle just as she aimed to kick.

had reached his limit. He let out a low groan, his hot hands tightening around her waist as his voice came out

then that Felicia realized this

get rid of the effects

she always carried, only to remember that her phone and needle case had been left behind

fresh grass,

whiff of that strange, familiar herbal aroma, she froze. Why did

scent from the scar

her remaining rationality was steadily worn away, all

world was chaotic. Everyone was

room, the air was thick with

until dawn broke, finally

Remembering the previous night's events, she became acutely aware, her mind racing with a

to look at the person

face of the man lying next to her, his features sharply defined, His captivating, deep-set eyes were closed, and long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. His thin

It was indeed Stephan!

voice had seemed familiar, and the

never have imagined someone tampered with her scar

most infuriating part was that she

thing he would likely do was

had to get as far