Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 305

As she spoke, Felicia placed her hand on Maurice's knee and pressed lightly.

Of course, he didn't feel a thing. Not long ago, he'd consulted several of the best doctors at the renowned Harmony Medical Center. They couldn't even figure out what was wrong with his legs. But Felicia hit the nail on the head. "You've been dealing with this for at least nine years. Every winter, or when it's rainy and damp, it feels like needles stabbing your legs. The only thing that gives you some relief is soaking in a hot bath. Sound about right?" Maurice's expression slightly shifted as he wondered how Felicia knew about his condition. Even the timeline of his injury was spot on.

Felicia straightened up, rubbing her wrists where the rope had left angry red marks. With unwavering confidence, she said, "Don't even bother looking. No one else in the world can fix this but me."

She leaned closer with a playful smirk curling her lips. "So, what's it going to be, Mr. Glovers? Do you want to ask me to heal your legs, or are you planning to stay in that wheelchair forever?"

Her tone was light, almost teasing, but her words carried a sharp edge. She was no longer the helpless hostage. The roles had flipped-Felicia was now the one holding the cards.

And she wasn't just asking him to release her. She was making him ask her for help.

Felicia now had the upper hand.

Maurice laughed again, clapping his hands in genuine amusement. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

Dealing with someone as unpredictable as him was exhausting-he never acted how she thought he

Maurice dreamed of walking again. No matter how he laughed or played it cool, there was no way he'd pass up an opportunity like this.

now escorted her

profit. If she was going to heal him,

even blink. "Name your price," he said

said boldly, throwing

change. "Alright. Let's call it

added another condition. "Pay upfront. Checks are not

her a look, his expression unreadable, before gesturing to one of his men. The man stepped forward with a phone, and within

was complete.

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Felicia glanced at her

"Seven days. In seven days, I'll have you walking

but the way his hand tightened on the

quietly, his gaze