Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 535

Johanna pursed her lips and pretended to look aggrieved. “Last time I called you that, Stephan scolded me. How would I dare to say it again?”

Imogen knew about that incident. She couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful toward Stephan for his lack of tact. Comforting Johanna, she said, “Don’t bother with him! We’re both sisters–in–law and sisters at heart. No one can change that!”

Johanna nodded happily, maintaining a docile appearance. However, her smile carried an unmistakable hint of mockery and

singness,

Unfortunately, Imogen couldn’t see it

Unable to flaunt her triumph openly, Johanna felt her satisfaction diminished slightly.

But the thought of her and Archie doing things as they pleased right under the blind Imogen’s nose filled her with a secret thrill and joy.

Johanna scoffed inwardly, “So what if you’re the eldest daughter of the Russell family? So what if your powerful status makes you untouchable? I’m the one who climbed step by step from the bottom with him! I’m the one who shares the deepest bond with him! I’m the one he truly loves and understands!”

into a smile, eagerly imagining the day when her efforts would all come

m her waist

released the rope she had rappelled down on and unhooked the safety

area was shrouded in thick white fog, heavy with moisture. Within moments, tiny water droplets gathered on

for fear of falling into a hidden pit. Instead, she cautiously inched forward

was where

Worse still, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, preventing her from

called out,

few steps around her. There was no response. Stephan must have gone

away.

change in the air currents behind her. She quickly sidestepped, dodging a hand that

hesitation, she drove her knee toward the attacker with a swift

overall combat skills were average and not suited for long–range combat, her mastery of close–quarter combat ensured she could overpower anyone

the knee strike aimed at his abdomen. He unwittingly fell into her trap. She seized the moment, throwing a sharp uppercut that

was a voice she didn’t

could catch her breath, another