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.

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 this-or so

as if she were talking about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and laid eyes on

family and immediately pieced together

the time, Maurice couldn't

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

if she had been handed a knife, he was certain she couldn't lay

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

revealed

like

elet

His usually calm and calculating gaze

seen in the feared head of

dismissed as insignificant

muttered, his voice carrying an

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

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

your payment, so, of