Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 331

Felicia was seething inside, barely holding back a string of curses.

But it wasn't like she could voice them, especially with Maurice watching from behind the protective barrier. His smug, mocking grin made her blood boil.

"Lunatic. Absolute psycho!" Felicia cursed inwardly.

Still, anger wasn't going to get her out of this mess.

The moment she hit the water, the crocodiles on the banks began moving, slipping silently into the murky depths. Those already in the water surged toward her with terrifying speed, their presence rippling beneath the surface. All she could do now was try to escape.

Felicia launched herself toward the nearest shore, her legs pumping furiously as she splashed through the water.

The crocodile enclosure was massive, a controlled habitat surrounded by high fences and iron bars. It kept the reptiles contained, but it also trapped anyone unlucky enough to be thrown in. The only way out was through the locked gate, which was impossible without help. She had no choice but to aim for the nearest patch of dry land, where several large trees offered a slim chance of survival.

A deafening splash sounded behind her as she scrambled onto the muddy bank. One of the crocodiles erupted from the water, jaws snapping open to reveal razor-sharp teeth. It lunged straight for her. Behind the fence, Maurice's brow twitched.

His men exchanged nervous glances, their hands clenching into fists. They weren't worried about Felicia-they were worried about her taking their boss down with her if the venomous creatures kicked in.

vicious smirk. She gripped the hem of her uniform tightly, silently praying for the crocodiles to

Felicia could feel the predator's rancid breath on the back

to the side just as the crocodile

of its teeth clamping together could make anyone's

was no time to celebrate. Two more crocodiles surged out of

moved slower, their heavy bodies dragging across the ground-but they were relentless, their unblinking

nearest tree, but the crocodiles were closing

as she

sighed, already bored. "Well, that's that," he muttered,

wasn't about to let her die-not when it would

could give the order, one

"What the-look!"

in time to

hold of a tree branch, scrambling up as if her

herself on a thick, sturdy branch in mere seconds,

jaws snapped at the empty air where she'd been just moments ago, and their frustration boiled over. The closest one