Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 339

The maid shuddered involuntarily, a chill running down her spine as she caught the glint in Kelsey’s eye.

To outsiders, the Glovers family appeared harmonious–a picture–perfect legacy of wealth and power. But beneath that polished veneer lay a grim truth. Maurice, the current head of the Glovers family, had seized his position not by birthright but through blood and betrayal.

Years ago, Maurice rose as the illegitimate son, unexpectedly dismantling the family’s carefully curated hierarchy. Ruthless and calculating, he eliminated both his father and his half -brother. Step by step, he dismantled the legacy they built.

He left nothing to chance, securing his hold over the family within a single year.

With an iron grip, Maurice absorbed every faction under his control, consolidating his power to become the undisputed master of the Glovers family’s empire.

But none of this had earned him his grandmother’s approval.

In Kelsey’s eyes, Maurice was nothing more than a disgrace–unworthy, treacherous, and illegitimate. The perfect storm of humiliation and fury simmered beneath her gentle facade. Her doting “grandmotherly” demeanor was nothing but a mask, hiding years of calculated hatred and resentment.

For years, she had plotted silently, biding her time. She had even gone so far as to engineer the crippling condition in Maurice’s legs, using a carefully administered poison to paralyze him from the waist down.

“Just one more year,” she murmured to herself, her voice as brittle as glass. “And the poison would’ve reached his heart, and that wretched bastard would’ve been gone for good.”

spat, venom dripping from her words, “But along came that young woman with her so–called

for.”

into deep creases of fury, but moments later, she laughed. It

perhaps I owe that a word

ing woman

sped up, spinning the prayer beads around

What a remarkable gift. One hurts, and the other suffers twice as much. And if one dies, the other dies in agony. This will save me the trouble of dealing with him myself.

she turned to

best assassins. Spare no expense. That young

private plane touched down in

the pavement, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The

was over.

in, messages and missed calls flooding her screen. The device even froze

scrolled through quickly, her eyes catching on the sheer number of attempts from Carmen over 200 missed calls and 60 messages. She had been frantic,

Thank God for that

Felicia hadn’t sent word that she was safe,

the sea of notifications, another name caught her eye–Stephan. Over