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 his lips in

and Shawn exchanged nervous

sedatives and was intended for Felicia. And now, with just one bite,

his men noticed the

fine," Lance muttered, shaking his head in an effort to stay alert. He managed to stave off unconsciousness but was

men sprang

and boots flying at Howell, Shawn and Tabitha. The room erupted in chaos as the three eried and screamed under the relentless

back on the couch, trying to regain his composure. His gaze landed on the knife tucked beneath the table as his

said, pulling out the blade and holding it up

spread across his face sent chills through Shawn, whose pupils dilated

...

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

of fruit tumbled out, nearly hitting

Dexter's bodyguards