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.

about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and

she noticed the emblem of the Glovers family and immediately pieced together the identity of her captors.

the time, Maurice

so little of her that he hadn't even bothered to have her searched. Why would he? To him, she was just

handed a knife, he was

what Maurice hadn't counted on was just how wrong he was. The bimbo in his eyes had been carrying a pair of twin venomous

Felicia revealed this,

at her like he was seeing

elet

and calculating gaze now carried a

not often seen in the feared

dismissed as insignificant would turn out to

his voice carrying an edge

gloat. She didn't need to. Her calm

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

started all of this by kidnapping her and, later, by breaking his promise to let her go. That was what had led to

took your payment, so,