Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 319

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Felicia? Are you okay? Where are you? Are you hurt?"

Hearing Felicia's voice, Carmen couldn't stop herself from firing off her questions, her voice shaking with emotion. Her eyes reddened as relief and worry washed over her.

These past days, she had done everything she could to find Felicia. However, she was alone, without resources or connections, and she didn't even know where Felicia had been taken. With no leads or clues, finding her was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Carmen's guilt gnawed at her. She regretted leaving Felicia behind that day, fleeing when she should've stayed. Maybe they could have fought back together if she had stayed.

Felicia glanced at the clock. Time was tight. She spoke quickly, "I don't have long, Carmen. Don't worry about me I'm fine.

"In three days, I'll be back. Listen, don't try to find me, and don't do anything reckless. I'll come back, I promise."

Outside the suite in Bamboo Court, footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Felicia's heart skipped. The brief disconnection from the network must've alerted the guards. They were coming to check.

and swiftly deleted all traces of the activity using hacking software. Then, she threw the laptop into the bathtub, submerging it completely. When the suite door

new one. This

The guards exchanged glances.

and natural that

soaked and completely dead-no wonder

as they placed a tray of snacks on the table. "Ms. Fuller, these are from Mr. Glovers. He wanted

"Oh," Felicia replied absentmindedly.

laptop, she returned to her spot and resumed playing

than to try the same trick twice. It would raise

attention seemed fixed on her terrible hand of cards, but her

She just hoped Carmen wouldn't do anything rash while she figured out her escape. As

responded to

and wasn't sure if

vel

her over the past few days. Even if he had,

reacted much.

didn't even bother thinking about Dexter and Myra. If the news of her abduction had reached them, she doubted they'd

to sprout on the once-barren branches after several spring showers. In the courtyard of the Russell