Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 244

Was Felicia trying to seduce Mr. Russell?

The thought struck Arnold like a lightning bolt, and his expression immediately darkened as a storm of emotions flashed past-anger, disbelief, and frustration. By the end of it, his teeth were clenched, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. "Damn it!" he hissed under his breath.

Mike watched Arnold's increasingly erratic demeanor with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "One more thing," Mike added, his tone dropping to a serious warning. "Stay away from Felicia. Don't cause any trouble for her." "Why?" Stephan shot back. "She's my fiancée."

He emphasized the word "fiancée" with a deliberate force, his jaw tightening as he spoke.

Mike nearly laughed out loud, a derisive snort escaping before he could stop it. "Oh, she's your fiancée now? Funny how that works. Back when your grandfather broke his back arranging your engagement, you were nowhere to be found. You skipped the ceremony entirely, didn't you?

"You've got no claim on her. Stop dragging her name through the mud. She's not your fiancée anymore-she's got nothing to do with you." Arnold didn't argue or lose his temper this time. Instead, he stood unnervingly still, his voice calm but laced with determination. "She will be." Mike blinked, stunned by the confidence in his nephew's tone.

After a long pause, Mike sighed and rubbed his temples. "This is why I shouldn't have come. Maybe I should've let Stephan deal with you..."

But they were family, and no matter how much Arnold tried his patience, Mike couldn't leave him to face the consequences alone. He adjusted his stance, his tone turning stern. "I'm serious. That warning came directly from Stephan himself. Stay away from Felicia, or you're going to end up in a world of hurt."

Arnold flinched, his stomach sinking. Stephan warned him? He couldn't help but think, "Isn't Mr. Russell known for being indifferent to women? Could it be... that he actually has his eye on Felicia?"

an instant, colliding and spiraling until he finally spat out the only thing he

end it all already. I'm too

first thing Arnold did when he got home

stepping

desk, practicing his painting skills as his steady hand glided across

his days at home. His passion for painting was his way of finding

looking up, Matthew acknowledged him, "You're back. I

and nodded. "You see right through me,

you told me to do whatever it took to make Felicia willingly agree to

his hand, the faint pain from the bite still lingering. He then looked directly at Matthew. "Could you please

his

all away. You decided

the rebuke, but Matthew's next words offered a sliver

for help. Tell me, what is it you want

"Grandpa, I need you to arrange another marriage. This time,

heavy silence fell over the