Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 219

Felicia could only laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

With such a heartfelt plea, full of tears and sincerity, it was touching.

She had been wondering what Kayla and Shawn were up to after their lengthy conversation on the beach. They couldn't possibly have been chatting idly. No, they must have devised what they thought was a foolproof plan to get rid of her for good. Over the past few days, Felicia had been extra cautious whenever she left the house, but no one seemed to be tailing her.

And then it clicked.

Kayla's constant displays of affection with Myra in front of Felicia weren't just for show. They were calculated. The idea was to push Felicia's emotional buttons, exploit her past longing for maternal love, and leave her vulnerable to Tabitha's tearful ambush. If Felicia had gone to that address, it would undoubtedly have been a trap, meticulously laid and waiting for her.

How pathetic.

Felicia allowed a hint of excitement to creep into her voice. "Really?"

"Of course! I would never lie to you!" Tabitha's voice was trembling with eagerness now, sensing her plan was working.

"Licia," she continued, "I've sent you the address. Come over now! We'll light the candles, cut the cake, and you can head back to the Fuller family's birthday party afterward. The timing's perfect, don't you think?" Felicia smiled faintly. "That sounds great."

"Wonderful! Hurry, my dear. I can't wait to see you!"

The moment Felicia hung up, her expression turned icy. Any trace of sentiment was replaced with cold mockery.

people still thought they were

she

rattled off the address Tabitha had sent her, her tone indifferent. "Keep them alive. I need their statements when

Ms. Fuller. Don't worry, I've

...

a shabby rental house on the outskirts of town with

she gloated, turning to Shawn. "See? No need

grin. "Good. Once that little brat shows up, we'll take her out. Then, we can get back

will give you the money? You're not lying to us, are

Fuller family fortune, who else is she going to spoil but us?"

to back out later, I've got dirt

flicking to his son's mangled right hand. His

burned even brighter. "That

wretch! We fed

her, and

to harm my

to tear her apart!" Tabitha spat venomously. The three exchanged a glance

was laced with sedatives. The water in the kettle was drugged as well. Beneath the table lay a

en

drink the water, and pass out. Then, Howell and Shawn would tie her up and finish