Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 550

Felicia couldn’t move at a

tetasit her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was able to budge in the slightest, Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but bet body refused to obec.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to lor, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Pary surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her anareness on her right hand she tried to wist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling him from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by

The woman, noticing Felicia’s unusual state, approached kindly and asked, “Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?”

Felicia couldn’t respond. She couldn’t utter a word, nor could she blink her eas, which we now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long

of Felicia’s face but got no reaction Without hesitation, she turned to her boyfriend and urged, “Something’s wrong with her!

sprinted into the

stayed behind, offering Felicia words of

anating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly wound emotions

distant sound reached

was haunting, almost like a

a singular, chilling phrase “Hill her

very soul was being torn apart. Her nerves screamed, and

screamed internally, clenchingher teeth so hard

her horror, her hands began to move uncontrollably Slowly, they rose into the air until they wrapped tightly around

woman had been gently reassuring Felicia, telling her not to worry and

next second, her feet lett the ground as she was hoisted up by her neck, with Felicia’s hands

red from the lack of oxygen, then purple. Her

grew louder and more frequent

surge of malice and bloodlust as

“No! Siop right now!

in her mind, Fella bit down hard on her tongue, resulting in

quirketed as if enraged by her resistance,