Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 303

Kayla quickly stepped in front of Myra, blocking her view. She tugged on her mom's arm with a cheerful smile. "Mom, look at those flowers over there! They're gorgeous. Let's go take a picture!" "But there seems to be something going on over there—"

"Oh, it's just a crowd of people fighting over their rides. What's there to see? Come on, let's check out the flowers. I'll take some nice pictures of you!"

"You always know how to make me feel better." Myra sighed, shaking her head with a small smile.

Her mood had been terrible ever since Felicia said those sharp words up on the mountain. But now, looking at her sweet and considerate daughter, her heart softened.

The two of them turned and walked toward the flowerbed.

Kayla glanced back once, catching sight of the car speeding away until it disappeared from view. A smug smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Felicia sat with her hands tied behind her back in the car, staying silent. She knew better than to speak since the two men flanking her were ready to shove a filthy rag into her mouth at the first sound. She was already caught.

...

At this point, shouting for help or begging would be pointless.

question now was

Kayla had orchestrated this, her hatred would've meant Felicia would already be lying in a pool of blood. These people, however, were only interested in capturing her. That realization comforted Felicia. She stopped resisting and leaned back in her seat, adjusting for a

was the one in charge, with the two burly men beside her acting as bodyguards instead

the two men, who exchanged a look, their lips twitching in

sped along, eventually arriving at

Were they taking her out of

she could process the situation, the

to stumble and fall, but luckily, the plush carpet cushioned the impact. It didn't hurt much, though it did sting her pride. Grumbling

young man seated in a wheelchair, His skin was pale, almost unhaturally, glowing under the cabin's bright lights like

BUMS

locked onto hers, unblinking, with a faint smirk playing on his lips. The kind of smirk

a way

QUMS

was chillingly

noticed that his

show. His eyes betrayed him, revealing a sharp, scheming nature and a twisted sense of amusement at the situation. The kind of look hinted they