Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 511

The Fuller couple screamed in unison, tumbling down the slope, Luckily, the dense rainforest vegetation–a mix of bushes, shrubs, and weeds– cushioned their tall.

Even then, they both landed in a pile of wet, rotting leaves on the damp, four–smelling forest floor. Dazed and disoriented, they lay there for what felt like forever, too stunned to move

Just then, a tall shadow loomed over them, blocking out the light. Someone stood above them, looking down.

“Someone’s here! We’re saved!” Dexter thought as his face lit up with hope.

Summoning his strength, he pushed himself to sit up straight and eagerly addressed the stranger, “Did you come to rescue us? That’s amazing! Please give us some food and water, then help us get out of here!”

The man before them stood with his hands in his pockets, moving about casually as if he were on a Sunday stroll. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and a small red mole at the corner of his eye added a devilish charm to his appearance.

As Dexter waited expectantly, the man’s lips curled into a lazy smirk. With a drawl that carried a hint of mockery, he said, “Where did these old geezers come from? Let’s just bury them.”

The words “bury them” echoed in Dexter’s mind, leaving him stunned. The man had said the words so casually like he was suggesting getting rid of some garbage.

at those

bluffing. A few of his subordinates emerged from behind him, and judging by their determined

genuinely

you even

to amuse him further. He chuckled and replied, “Oh? Regret it? What’s yo you come back and

earlier threats were the desperate cries of the powerless. They

hauled Dexter and Myra to their feet. However, instead of burying them, the subordin were simply clearing the couple out of the way because the couple were blocking the narrow

abandoned in the wild, he thrashed and flailed like a fish out

out of her daze. Mustering her courage,

bloody scratches, drawn by her

suddenly fell eerily silent as a deadly air filled

the scratches on his neck calmly and even smiled. However, the bloodthirsty menace

“Mr. Glovers!”

of the subordinates turned pale and kicked Myra to the ground, then dropped