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.

hell is this? Stale cake?" Lance

exchanged nervous glances,

laced with sedatives and was intended for Felicia. And now,

his men noticed the boss swaying slightly and rushed to his

off unconsciousness but

men sprang into

Shawn and Tabitha. The room erupted in chaos as the three eried and

composure. His gaze landed on the knife tucked

up to the light. "You even

sinister grin spread across his face sent chills through

...

family's driver, approached the door to Mina's hospital ward only to

a bag of fruit tumbled out,

of Dexter's