Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 353

Felicia had clearly underestimated Mike’s shameless persistence.

For someone who always seemed the perfect gentleman–polished, composed, and annoyingly polite–Mike had a hidden streak of stubborn audacity.

When Kerry tried to show him the door politely, Mike casually brushed it off and followed Felicia all the way into the storeroom.

Kerry hovered awkwardly nearby, unsure whether she should physically intervene. Ultimately, she decided against it. After all, this was Mike, not some random troublemaker. Still, she kept a watchful eye.

Felicia paid no attention to her unwanted guest, focusing on the colorful powders spread out on the table in front of her. The air was heavy with a strange, medicinal aroma.

“What’s that?” Mike asked, leaning closer to the array of red, yellow, blue, and green powders. He reached out, curiosity getting the better of him. “It smells… interesting. Mind if I

“Poison,” Felicia said with a faint smile, not looking up. “Deadly stuff. One touch and you’re

gone.”

Mike’s hand froze mid–air. His expression shifted from mild curiosity to wide–eyed shock, as though she had just told him the powder could explode. His hand snapped back to his side, and, he instinctively took two steps back.

“Seriously?” he asked, swallowing hard. “You’re out here whipping up poison like it’s no big deal?”

looked up, her lips curving slightly. “Didn’t you call me a ‘tough girl‘ the first time we met? Just

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sure.

serious. “Okay, fine. But, uh… Are you upset because of that woman

still over the array of toxic powders she was mixing.

woman with Stephan? Well, that explains

back at him, “Mr. Lawson, can you tell me

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forgotten about Stephan’s two late–night visits to the Fuller

with his

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Khogend under a concealed identity, there was clearly more to this

family, she couldn’t ignore it. That unspoken tension between her

noticeably. “I…

bring this up?” Now, he had managed to dig himself into a

Stephan directly. Anyway, I’ve got something to do. Thanks for that calming sachet you made for Sandra.

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