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.

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she focused on the figure approaching her. It was a tall, upright silhouette that moved with an unhurried elegance. His movements stirred the fog around him,

hue. His lips were curled into a faint smile. He had the kind of delicate and

looks alone, he could be considered quite handsome. Unfortunately, Felicia was

surroundings, hoping to catch sight of Stephan. However, there was no sign of

Stephan was looking for? Could it be in that

thoughts. Yet Pere had been watching her closely since his arrival and didn’t miss the fleeting expression on her face. Before she could ask,

My dear cousin, do you want to go take a look?” His voice was laced with temptation, as if

no cousin of yours! Don’t give me such

“My dear cousin, you must’ve forgotten. I saw 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 rambling. She wasn’t interested in

had met Pete when she was seven,

her knife in her hand, Felicia’s patience was wearing thin. Her voice carried an unmistakable threat as she

Her guarded and indifferent demeanor amused him to