Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 312

When the woman saw Felicia, her eyes locked on her, filled with shock and something deeper. It was almost too intense.

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "Do you know me?"

The woman quickly shook her head, lowering her gaze, refusing to make eye contact again.

Felicia didn't press further. She wasn't interested in interacting with anyone under Maurice's thumb. Whether it was his staff or his so-called maids, they were all just extensions of his watchful eye. Without another word, Felicia returned to her room.

Left alone, the scarred woman finally lifted her head, trembling as she stared after Felicia's retreating figure.

She was Abbie.

When Abbie had been assigned to care for a special guest, she never imagined it would turn out to be Felicia.

They'd crossed paths before-back when Abbie was a rising starlet in the entertainment industry. At that time, she had it all-endless resources, every industry headline, and fans' undivided attention everywhere.

Now? She was scrubbing glasses and fetching errands for Maurice's household, a far cry from the glamorous life she once knew.

hadn't been spared-thanks to a single order from Maurice, she'd been tossed into a crocodile pit. She barely escaped with

power, and chance to reclaim her place in the industry. But now, her beautiful face was

like jagged lines on a shattered vase. The wounds cut to the bone in

herself to look in the mirror anymore. If

her fists

the skin. Blood dripped. onto the floor as she stood there, trembling with barely contained rage

get to be treated like a

grew ragged, and her mind

her voice low and venomous. "I'm already in hell. You

...

next afternoon, at the same time and place, Felicia performed another acupuncture session on

the end of it, Maurice's legs showed even more progress. He

"I told you, seven days I need. You've got five- moons,

out of

hot bath, exhaling deeply. His eyes glimmered

her sore wrists and neck, muttering to herself, "That's enough for today.