Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 334

Maurice's men shot Felicia a look that could kill her, their fists twitching as if itching to strike. But then came the realization. If they hurt her, whatever pain she felt would rebound back onto their boss with double the intensity. The risk wasn't worth it. They froze.

Meanwhile, Felicia dusted herself off, her clothes still soaked and dirtied from the fiasco with the crocodiles and the bear. She looked like she'd been dragged through a jungle, but somehow, her confidence radiated stronger than ever. Her gaze flicked to Maurice, his useless arms limp at his sides. She let out a soft, mocking sigh.

"Hey, Mr. Glovers, quick question," she began, her tone light but laced with mischief. "How do you plan on cleaning up after using the bathroom?"

Maurice's temple twitched.

Felicia blinked innocently, then added, "Maybe try using your feet? Oh wait those don't work either, huh?"

That was it.

Her smirk, combined with the over-the-top innocence in her tone, was the perfect recipe for disaster.

Maurice's expression darkened, his patience snapping like a dry twig. His anger boiled beneath the surface, but his voice was eerily calm.

He asked through gritted teeth, "When did you do it?"

He wasn't asking if she had done something. He was asking when.

dragged onto his private plane, she'd been under his constant surveillance. Her room was monitored as well. Caesar had observed every treatment session. Even her tools and materials were meticulously checked for tampering. There had been no opportunity for her to pull off something like

start," Felicia said breezily as if she were talking about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and

family and immediately

the time, Maurice

her that he hadn't even bothered to have her searched. Why would he? To him, she was just a harmless young

had been handed a knife, he was

how wrong he was. The bimbo in his eyes had been carrying a pair

Felicia revealed

like he

elet

usually calm and calculating gaze now carried a flicker

the feared

thought the person he had dismissed as insignificant would turn out to

you," he muttered, his voice carrying an

didn't gloat. She didn't need to. Her calm demeanor spoke

her voice steady, "All I want is to go home." Her gaze locked with

was clear-there was no bad blood between them. It was Maurice who started all of this by kidnapping her and, later, by breaking his promise to let her go.

your payment, so, of