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.

it matter? To him, she was nothing more than prey-a trapped bird flapping futilely

years, Maurice was enjoying true freedom. Walking, unencumbered by his wheelchair, felt

faces lighting up with joy. Their boss was no longer tied

around the hot

Felicia, the "valuable guest" who had outlived her usefulness and was

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

be! What a miracle! My grandson can

the celebration hit its high point, Maurice's smile

instantly as he toppled backward

Glovers!" his

One threw himself onto the ground as a cushion. Another

had just been standing tall, was back in

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 sharp gaze on Felicia, his

"What did you do?"

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 over.

Caesar shuffled forward nervously.