Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 243

Why did this feel like a scene straight out of a soap opera?

Felicia stood behind Arnold, who was now caught in the middle of what could only be described as a standoff. The two men stared each other down, one icy and composed, the other visibly seething. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Despite the gravity of the situation, Felicia found her thoughts wandering to the cliché plot of two men fighting over the same woman. It was absurdly amusing.

Clearing her throat, she decided she wanted no part in this drama. "Gentlemen, enjoy your conversation. I'll be going now."

Without hesitation, she turned and began to walk away, looking unbothered and unapologetic.

Arnold, however, stayed firmly rooted, his protective stance unwavering. Facing the man before him, he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who are you?"

The figure before him was undeniably commanding, a paragon of authority and refinement. Though he spoke indifferently, his display was oppressive, like a predator eyeing prey.

Arnold had faced formidable opponents before, but never had he felt such an overwhelming sense of danger-not from Matthew or Mike. Instinctively, he took a step back, sweat trickling down his spine.

Stephan chuckled softly, his disdain cutting deeper than any words. His laugh seemed to say, "You're not worth my time."

feeling humiliated and indignant. His fists clenched as he took a bold step forward, intending to grab Stephan's collar. But before he could

against his back. Pain radiated through his body, and

stopping inches from Arnold's face. Stephan loomed above him,

deliver a finishing blow, a frantic voice

"Stephan! Please spare him!"

hurried over. His usually composed demeanor

hold it against him. If you injure him, I won't know how to explain it to the family!" Stephan shot him

He'll be properly disciplined!" Mike patted his chest, his

left without another word,

suffocating pressure that had filled the hallway lifted the moment he was

Arnold, Mike

back. His expression was as dark as a

expression, Mike snapped, "Stop sulking! Do you have

deep breath, trying to swallow his frustration. Who could possibly be powerful enough to make even Mike tread so carefully? The realization hit him

Stephan?" Arnold asked, a flicker of fear creeping into his