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.

her reaction. What did it matter? To him, she was nothing more than prey-a trapped bird flapping futilely in a gilded

first time in years, Maurice was enjoying true freedom. Walking, unencumbered by his

were also elated, their faces lighting up with joy. Their boss was no longer tied to that chair, which meant that the Glovers family's power would only

the hot spring buzzed

had outlived her usefulness and was about

beaming with joy. Seeing her grandson stand, she clasped her prayer beads and muttered endless

praise be! What a miracle! My grandson can walk

its high point, Maurice's smile suddenly froze. His legs were

chatter died instantly as he toppled backward like a

his men

Another rushed to stabilize him before he hit the floor,

just been standing tall,

hard he concentrated, his legs wouldn't budge. His

"What did you do?"

sweet, almost innocent smile. "Hmm... Maybe you celebrated too early?" Her nonchalant tone and smug expression hit like a slap. Maurice's knuckles whitened as his anger bubbled

Caesar shuffled forward nervously.