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.

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

her ticket to everything her confidence, power, and chance to reclaim her place in the

vase. The wounds cut to the bone in places, ensuring that even when they

herself to look in the mirror

clenched her fists so hard

her palms, breaking the skin. Blood dripped. onto the floor as she stood there,

to

her

low and venomous.

...

next afternoon, at the same time and

even more progress. He could feel pain when pinched and tingling when

seven days I need. You've got

of that

steaming hot bath, exhaling deeply. His eyes glimmered with an unreadable

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