Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 356

Felicia’s slow, unhurried steps echoed faintly along the deserted road. The farther she walked, the darker the path became. Several streetlights along the stretch had long since gone out, leaving the area shrouded in eerie shadows. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft shuffle of her shoes against the pavement..

In the dark, the assassins knew their moment had arrived.

“Now!” the leader ordered in a hushed tone.

Seventeen shadowy figures moved like a wave, swift and silent as they closed in on Felicia from all directions. She’d have seen nothing but the blur of black–clad figures barreling

toward her if she turned around.

Within seconds, they were upon her.

One assassin lunged, his blade flashing in the dim light as it aimed directly for her throat. The steel glinted menacingly as it drew closer, inch by inch.

But just as the knife was about to meet its target, it froze in mid–air.

The assassin hesitated, glancing at his wrist. A thin silver needle now protruded from his skin, its shaft still vibrating faintly as though it had only just embedded itself.

mocking, “Go

stiffened. Blood began trickling from his wrist, dripping down the blade in his

assassin stared at the silver needle. To his

he gasped, his

her tone almost playful. “It’s

eyes widened in shock as blood suddenly gushed from his nose, ears, and mouth. In mere moments,

assassins froze, stunned by the sudden and silent death of their comrade. But their shock lasted only a moment. They were professionals, after all. Death

job.

this quickly!” barked the leader, his voice sharp and

of the team moved in unison without missing a beat, their training and precision unmatched. Blades gleamed as they surged forward, ready

however, four figures dropped

They were Maurice’s men.

Felicia. As the assassins closed in, the men engaged, throwing

the air as the two sides fought. But four men against 16

One of them, caught in a fierce struggle, shouted desperately over his shoulder, “Ms. Fuller,

eyes. She knew these people couldn’t save her. She had

occupied, seven or eight assassins broke off and charged toward her, determined not

eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. Perfect timing. She would see how well her new toys