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.

sneered, mocking,

stiffened. Blood began trickling from his wrist, dripping down the blade in his hand. His sneer faltered as confusion overtook

assassin stared at the silver needle. To his horror, its gleaming surface was

gasped,

poison,” Felicia murmured, her tone

eyes widened in shock as blood

of their comrade. But their shock lasted only a moment. They were professionals, after all. Death

job.

Finish this quickly!” barked the leader,

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

they could reach her, however, four figures dropped

They were Maurice’s men.

guards quickly formed a protective circle around Felicia. As the assassins closed in,

grunts of effort filled the air as the two sides fought. But four men against 16 trained killers? The odds weren’t in

soon overwhelmed, locked in vicious combat with no way to free themselves. One

couldn’t save her. She had never counted on anyone else to protect

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

timing. She would see how well her