Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 542

The force of the explosion caused even the helicopter to wobble slightly.

Felicia held tightly to the rope ladder, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene below. She reached out desperately toward Stephan on the ground, shouting, “Hurry, grab my hand!“

Stephan smiled faintly, steadying his breath. Then, with a powerful leap, he reached for Felicia’s outstretched hand. His strong fingers wrapped tightly around hers as he used the momentum to pull himself upward. With that, he grabbed hold of the rope ladder.

Stanley, who was crouching by the helicopter’s cabin door, immediately shouted to the pilot, “Go! Take off now!”

The sun was rising, and the thick mnist that had once filled the canyon had long since been swept away by the shockwaves produced by the explosions,

The helicopter ascended rapidly and headed toward a sate direction.

The rope ladder swayed in mid–air. Stephan held Felicia protectively in his arms, ensuring she wouldn’t lose her grip and fall. The wind roared past them, whipping their hair and clothes as it howled into their cars.

the endless expanse of greenery below. Behind them, explosions erupted in succession, sending rocks and debris flying, creating a scene that was both breathtaking

struck by the

deep, brilliant eyes gleamed with a subtle smile. Strands of disheveled black hair, tousled by the wind, fell across his lashes,

disarray. Images of the perilous moment earlier flashed

second slower–just one second–Stephan would’ve been crushed beneath

lingering fear. Seeing his casual, carefree smile only fueled her frustration. She snapped, “You’re still smiling?

thinking at that moment? I was thinking, if I really died, I’d let you go. I’d let you find someone else, someone you can truly love, someone who can make you happy. Even if

I’m too selfish. I’m not that generous. I can’t allow you to forget me and run

expression as unreadable as ever–detached yet oddly compelling. But his words carried an undeniable declaration

at him, exasperated by his morbid talk. “Stop saying things like ‘dying‘! Ugh! Haven’t you heard the saying,‘ Troublemakers

eyebrow, momentarily unsure if she was scolding him

onward, and the rope ladder was gradually reeled in. Finally, Felicia

the cabin.

He was hurt, though not as severely as she had feared. Yet true to form, he treated his injuries as though they were nothing. He barely made a sound even when she cleaned and