Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 515

Stephan’s message to Maurice was loud and clear–stay away from Felicia.

The way he had gone about it was domineering, protective, and unapologetically bold, leaving no room for negotiations. It was a warning as plain as day. Maurice scotted and replied lazily. “Off–limits, eh? And what if I decide to touch her anyway?”

His subordinate wiped the sweat from his brow and reminded cautiously, “Mr. Glovers, with all due respect… She’s not into you. You know what they say, forcing it just doesn’t work

“Forcing it doesn’t work, huh?” Maurice mumbled, then chuckled. “Well, I’m not trying to make it work. I’m doing it just for the sake of doing it.”

His subordinate choked on his words, unable to argue. He thought to himself, “Damn it. The logic is twisted, but somehow, it still makes sense.” Still, was it really okay for his boss to go against Stephan openly like this?

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The subordine racked his brains and made one last attempt. “Mr. Glovers, there are plenty of beautiful women out there. If you wanted, you could have them line up around the block. Why put all your eggs in one basket? Especially this one?”

Maurice burst out laughing again. This time, it was a deep, resonating laugh that made his chest heave. It was as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

rest at his men were completely

faded. He

her, and there won’t be another like

in a very soft voice. If one didn’t pay attention, one would’ve missed

and some food. Finally,

full of beautiful women, but there was only one Felicia

them bottles of water medical supplies and passed them along, instructing them to treat

the Fuller couple practically dove in, gulping and eating with no regard for appearances. Once their immediate survival needs were met, they finally had the energy to think about everything else. For example, why was Felicia here in the first place, and what exactly was her connection to the dangerous what they had seen, the two seemed to be quite close

called “Mr. Glovers“?

through her bag, she pulled out two more bottles of water, some ration packs, and a satellite phone. She handed them all to the

will be

follow this path out, and once you’re somewhere with a signal, use the phone to call him. After that, you’ll be safe,” With that, she slung

worried glances and quickly

you coming with us? It’s too dangerous over there! The fog is so thick that you can’t see anything! Your dad and I

leave together,” Dexter chimed in, barely managing to stand. His voice was strained, as

the ants had bitten him on the heel. In the class, he had been too focused to notice the pain. But now that burning agony flared back up. It was bad