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.

froze at those

the man wasn’t bluffing. A few of his subordinates emerged from behind him, and judging by their determined expressions, they were p about to carry

genuinely

and shouted, “Do you even know who I

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

rendered speechless. His earlier threats were the desperate cries of the powerless.

wave of his hand, and his subordinates hauled Dexter and Myra to their feet. However, instead of burying them, the subordin were simply clearing the couple

Thinking they were about to be abandoned in the wild, he thrashed and flailed like a fish out of water

Mustering her courage, she

drawn by her fingernails, appeared on the

suddenly fell eerily silent as a

on his neck calmly and even smiled. However,

“Mr. Glovers!”

pale and kicked Myra