Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 327

If Maurice still had a veneer of politeness a moment ago, it was gone now.

The mask came off, and his true nature was laid bare. The air around him turned heavy with danger as he locked eyes with Felicia, like a predator zeroing in on its prey.

Felicia, however, didn't flinch. She remained calm and even played dumb. "Well, the job's done. I'll just be heading home now."

But two men stepped forward, blocking her path.

She raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "What's this supposed to mean?"

Maurice took a step closer, his smile seemingly polite but laced with a sharp edge. "Ms. Fuller, you're a valued guest of the Glovers family. I haven't had the chance to properly host you. Stay a few more days, won't you?" Felicia tilted her head, her tone casual yet laced with subtle defiance. "And if I insist on leaving?"

"Then, you'd be showing poor manners."

Maurice's smile grew wider, his voice deceptively gentle but brimming with menace.

Felicia let out a soft noise of acknowledgment, neither angry nor distressed by his blatant duplicity. Her unexpected calmness took Maurice by surprise.

he dismissed her reaction. What did it matter? To him, she was nothing more than prey-a

Walking, unencumbered by his wheelchair, felt euphoric. He marveled at his ability to stand

boss was no longer tied to that chair,

hot spring buzzed with

paid attention to Felicia, the "valuable guest" who had outlived her

her grandson stand, she clasped her prayer beads and muttered endless

praise be! What a

Maurice's smile suddenly froze. His

died instantly as he toppled

his

himself onto the ground as a cushion. Another rushed to stabilize him before he hit the floor, while others frantically wheeled his

had just been standing tall, was back in his wheelchair within

tight with fury, tried to move his legs. But no matter how hard he concentrated, his legs wouldn't budge. His expression darkened as a storm brewed behind his eyes. He turned his

"What did you do?"

and smug expression hit like a slap.

Caesar shuffled forward nervously.