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,

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

silver needle. To his horror, its gleaming surface was rapidly

he gasped, his voice

Felicia murmured, her tone almost

away from her face. The assassin’s eyes widened in shock as blood suddenly gushed from his nose, ears,

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

job.

sharp! Finish this quickly!” barked the leader, his

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

they could reach her, however, four

They were Maurice’s men.

As the assassins

was chaotic. Blades clanged, and grunts of effort filled the air as the two sides fought. But four men against 16 trained killers? The odds weren’t

with no way to free themselves. One of them, caught in a fierce struggle, shouted desperately

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

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

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