Return of the Crowned Heiress

As he spoke, Archie patted Johanna’s head gently. “Go to the dining room and eat first.”

Joharma blurted, “I’ll go with you.”

“Be good.” Archie’s gaze darkened slightly, carrying a hint of warning.

Reluctantly, she closed her mouth and obediently headed to the dining room.

Archie navigated the house with ease, heading straight to the third floor where Stephan’s bedroom was located. His path was unhindered, and no one noticed as his right hand occasionally brushed against his pocket, where a toxic syringe lay hidden.

The corridor was deserted and eerily quiet.

Standing at the door to Stephan’s bedroom, Archie noted the black, specially designed door. It was explosion proof, soundproof, and highly secure. Under normal circumstances, it was nearly impossible to breach.

Fortunately, the door was ajar and unlocked.

reached out to push the door open, a sudden weight landed on his shoulder. Startled,

asked, the title more of a tease

and replied, “I heard Mr. Russell is still unconscious, so I

subordinates in the Russell family. In a family brimming with skilled and capable individuals, he

Imogen from drowning. Over subsequent encounters, he

Imogen’s endorsement, Archie gradually stepped into the family’s

connections to achieve his current status. It was only thanks

said, “Stanley, don’t tease me. There’s no need for formalities.

neck in a casual manner. “You’re one lucky guy. Come on, tell me how did you come back from the dead? “And why didn’t we hear a peep from you for half a year? Don’t you know how worried Ms. Russell was about you? Oh, and by the way, when

you’re back safe

off

Imogen had also asked about his miraculous survival, but she had