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.

assassin sneered, mocking, “Go

down the blade in

silver needle. To his horror, its

gasped, his voice

poison,” Felicia murmured, her tone almost playful. “It’s a

pushed the blade away from her face. The assassin’s eyes widened in shock as blood suddenly gushed from his nose, ears, and mouth. In mere moments, he

remaining 16 assassins froze, stunned by the sudden and silent death of their comrade. But their shock lasted only a

job.

quickly!” barked the leader, his

the team moved in unison without missing a beat, their training and precision unmatched. Blades gleamed as

her, however, four figures dropped from the trees

They were Maurice’s men.

As the assassins

clash was chaotic. Blades clanged, and grunts of effort filled the air as the two sides fought. But

men were soon overwhelmed, locked in vicious combat with no way to free themselves. One of them, caught in a

knew these people couldn’t save her. She had never counted on anyone

seven or eight assassins broke off and charged toward her, determined not to let her escape. Their blades, swift and unrelenting, aimed

dangerous light. Perfect timing. She would