Return of the Crowned Heiress

Cupter 506

Andy silently ked up and led a teen into the dense reinforest, escorting the delicate Johanna without a word of protest.

Meanwhile, at another drop–off point in the jungle, nine helicopters had just Landed. Stanley stood with a backpack and a stack of gas masks, his expression one of helplessness.

Mrs. Russell, please stay outside,” Stanley pleaded. “We’ll go in and handle everything. If anything happens to you, Mr. Russell will have my head!“ Felice turned around, her features framed by a high ponytail that added a sharpness to her composed face. Dressed in a black tactical jacket, with a knife strepped to her thigh and combat boots Laced tightly, Felicia embodied both elegance and determination.

Her eyes, cold and clear, revealed an unyielding strength as she moved to take a gas mask from Stanley’s hands and slung a backpack over her shoulder. Felicia strode into the rainforest without another word, her resolute figure leaving Stanley and the others exchanging resigned but admiring glances. “Move out!” Stanley called, snapping everyone into action.

so dense it obscured the sky. Unbeknownst to Felicia and her group, yet another faction

the nine helicopters, clicking

crowd.”

examine the fresh tracks in

rolling through the jungle. “This is way too entertaining to pass

hands into his pockets and strolled forward as though he were taking a walk. His

rainforest now hummed with a flurry of

same time, Dexter and Myra fought their

He was aware that their lives held no value beyond temporary leverage for the Cerrells. If they ever reached the rumored destination