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.

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

talking about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and laid eyes on you. That's when I got the twin venomous

emblem of the Glovers family and immediately

the time,

down on her more. He thought so little of her that he hadn't even bothered to have her searched. Why would he? To him, she was just a harmless young woman, incapable of causing him any

knife, he was certain

bimbo in his eyes

Felicia revealed this,

at her like he

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first time. His usually calm and

not often seen in the feared head

had dismissed as insignificant would

his voice carrying an edge

She didn't need

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

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

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