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."

fists clenched as he took a bold step forward, intending to grab Stephan's collar. But before he could touch him, a sharp motion sent Arnold spinning.

through his body, and humiliation surged

polished shoe stepped forward, stopping inches from Arnold's face. Stephan

a finishing blow, a frantic voice echoed down the

"Stephan! Please spare him!"

interruption came from Mike, who hurried over. His

ingratiating tone, "Stephan, I apologize for my nephew's impudence. Please don't hold it against him. If you injure him, I won't know how to explain it to

properly disciplined!" Mike patted his chest,

last dismissive glance, Stephan turned and left

moment he was gone. Mike exhaled audibly, wiping a sheen of sweat from

to Arnold, Mike

shot through his back. His expression was as dark as a storm cloud, and he ground his teeth

sulking! Do you have any idea how close you were

He took a deep breath, trying to swallow his frustration. Who could possibly be powerful enough to make even

asked, a flicker of fear creeping into his