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.

been 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

very start," Felicia said breezily as if she were talking about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and laid eyes on you. That's when I got the

forced onto the private plane, she noticed the emblem of the Glovers family and immediately pieced together the identity of her captors.

time,

even bothered to have her searched. Why would he? To him,

he was certain she couldn't

on was just how wrong he was. The bimbo in his eyes had

revealed this,

at her like he

elet

the first time. His usually calm and calculating gaze now carried a

not often seen in the feared head of the Glovers

as insignificant would turn out to be his

his voice carrying an

She didn't need to. Her calm

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

implication 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. That was what had led to the mess they

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