Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 536

The attackers were no doubt the Carrell family members. It meant that the moment Felicia descended, they had her in their sights. Using the thick fog as cover, they encircled her and attempted to capture her.

Those disgusting cowards!

Felicia’s entire body was tense as she kept her ears attuned to the slightest sound around her. If there was any movement or another sneak attack, she would react and counter–attack immediate

After waiting for a while, there wasn’t a third attacker. Instead, she heard a chuckle, low and amused, coming from behind her.

“Who would’ve thought my little cousin is quite skilled?”

Felicia immediately recognized the voice. It was Pete! But calling her his “little cousin“? That was downright revolting–especially considering this was the man who had just shoved his actual cousin, Kayla, into a crevice without any hesitation.

Turning toward the voice, Felicia readied herself. She had a few silver needles in her left palm while her right hand drew the knife strapped to her thigh. Her stance was detensive, poised to fight at a moment’s notice.

fight had dispersed some of the fog, making the scene in front of her

upright silhouette that moved with an unhurried elegance. His movements stirred the fog around him, creating an

his face with skin so pale that it had an almost sickly hue. His lips were curled into a faint smile. He had the kind of delicate and refined appearance that might

he could be considered quite

Stephan. However, there was no sign of him–only a large

looking for? Could it

her closely since his arrival and didn’t miss

he won’t be coming out. My dear cousin, do you want to go take a look?” His voice was laced with temptation,

and retorted, “I’m no cousin of yours! Don’t

you when you were seven years old.” Speechless, Felicia rolled her eyes. If these people weren’t blocking her path, she wouldn’t have wasted a second listening to Pete’s nonsensical

if she had met Pete when she

her hand, Felicia’s patience was wearing thin. Her voice carried an unmistakable threat as she asked, you done talking?

by how uncooperative she was. Her guarded and indifferent demeanor amused him to