Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 220

Tabitha's attempt to shut the door was futile. With one swift kick, Lance swung the door open and sent her sprawling to the floor with a yelp of pain.

Behind her, Howell and Shawn instinctively tried to make a run for it, but Lance's men were quicker. Within seconds, the two were pinned face-first onto the floor, their arms painfully twisted behind their backs. Lance sauntered in, his gait uneven due to the injury that had left him with a permanent limp. He glared at Shawn, who lay trembling on the ground.

"You still think you can outrun me, huh?" Lance's voice was laced with malice. "Go on. Give it another try!"

His boot connected with Shawn's shin in a brutal kick, earning a howl of pain.

"Mr. Thompson, please! Just a little more time and I swear I'll have the money!" Shawn begged, his face smeared with tears and snot.

Lance plopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. His eyes wandered to the small cake on the table. He picked up a fork, scooped a bite, and popped it into his mouth.

The bitterness hit immediately.

is this? Stale cake?" Lance muttered, smacking

nervous

for Felicia. And now, with just one bite, Lance began to feel the

One of his men noticed the

effort to stay alert. He managed to stave off

sprang

Howell, Shawn and Tabitha. The room erupted in chaos as

His gaze landed

the blade and holding it up to the light. "You even brought me a toy. How

face sent chills

...

hospital ward only to be greeted by the sound of

bag of fruit

of Dexter's