Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 503

Felicia felt chills go down her spine. Her dream seemed like a warning. “What’s the news? Did something happen to Stephan?”

Stanley nodded but quickly regained his composure. He immediately began organizing his team, instructing them to prepare. their gear and arrange for helicopters.

After completing the preparations, Stanley turned to Felicia. “Mrs. Russell, I’ll leave a team here to protect you. Something happened to Mr. Russell, and I need to take a team to him!”

As he was about to leave, Felicia grabbed him by the shoulder. “I’m coming too.”

Ten minutes later, nine helicopters took off in the same direction.

Back at the Russell residence in Seldvale, Imogen was growing increasingly irritated. Being pregnant was exhausting enough. But her pregnancy hormones, coupled with Johanna’s constant instigation, only made things worse.

She was heartbroken over Archie’s death and angry that Stephan had kept the truth from her.

was Stephan’s silence despite demanding an explanation from him. It had

he abandon me for the sake of that Fuller girl?” Imogen slammed her hand on the table. Johanna smirked to herself. It seemed

she marries into

and feigned concern. “Imogen, it seems Stephan is choosing Felicia over yo Russell family, we won’t be able to

dead body! I’ll never allow that to happen!” “Imogen, we should take matters into our own hands if Stephan refuses to act. Why not use this opportunity to eliminate Felicia and the entire Fuller family?

were cruel, completely at odds

frowned. “Dexter killed Archie. This has nothing to do with Felicia, It won’t do us any

pushed too hard. She quickly changed tactics. “You’re right–Dexter was the one who did it. But Felicia is his daughter. She might’ve known something but stayed silent! Besides, who else can avenge Archie but you

sighed, but her eyes brimmed with

avenge Archie and seek justice for the father of the child she carried. But when it came to taking action, the thought of bloodshed made her physically

bring herself to issue the order, let alone carry

her teeth in frustration. She always knew Imogen would falter when the time called