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

the man wasn’t bluffing. A few of his subordinates emerged from behind him, and judging by their determined expressions,

genuinely

neck and shouted, “Do you even know who I am? If you lay a hand on me, I’ll make sure

him further. He chuckled and replied, “Oh? Regret it? What’s yo you come back and haunt me as a

were the desperate cries of the powerless. They carried no weight at

of burying them, the subordin were simply clearing the couple out of the way because the couple were blocking the narrow

even further. Thinking they were about to be abandoned in the wild, he

was lifted off the ground, Myra snapped out of her daze. Mustering her

bloody scratches, drawn by her fingernails, appeared on

air suddenly fell eerily silent as a deadly air

even smiled. However, the bloodthirsty

“Mr. Glovers!”

pale and kicked Myra to the ground, then dropped to his