Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 135

Arnold felt a wave of humiliation, his face burning with anger as he realized yet again he had been made a fool. His frustration surged, and he could barely contain it. But remembering that Matthew had little time left and that his final wish was for him to marry Felicia, he suppressed his fury and reluctantly followed Felicia's direction. The students on the bus exchanged confused looks. "What's going on here?"

"Isn't Arnold supposed to be with Kayla? Even if Kayla hadn't shown up, why was he getting so close to Felicia?"

One student clucked their tongue and shook their head. "I don't understand. Affairs of rich families are too complicated."

Arnold and Felicia's engagement had been the talk of the town, with their engagement party grand enough to capture everyone's attention. But then, Arnold ran away from the engagement party to be with Kayla, and the news sent shockwaves through the entire city. No one blamed Kayla. After all, Felicia had appeared out of nowhere as the true daughter of the Fuller family and stolen the affections of Kayla's fiancé, even driving Kayla to attempt suicide.

So, when Arnold abandoned the engagement party for Kayla and stayed by her side in the hospital, people thought it was romantic.

But now, in front of everyone, Felicia was once again getting close to Arnold.

Most of the students on the bus sided with Kayla, and their anger flared. "Felicia still hasn't given up? She's taking advantage of Kayla's absence and trying to worm her way back in. How shameless!" "Gosh! I really hate people like that!"

The woman who had tipped off Kayla earlier looked at her phone with a smug grin. "Don't worry, Kayla is already on her way here. Before she arrives, we need to make sure we keep an eye on Mr. Lawson and not let Felicia take advantage of the situation." "Agreed!"

and rushed after Felicia

murmured, "What does Felicia have to do with this? Anyone with eyes

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building materials. It was durable enough to endure the elements.

with a silver spoon in his mouth, could keep up with Felicia's pace.

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began to crease, and the soles were already badly

got muddy,

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and walked faster to catch up. He grumbled irritably, "What kind of path is this? It's getting more and more isolated, and the sky

At no point had she said

acknowledging him, Arnold couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her wrist, intending to drag

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