Return of the Crowned Heiress

As Stanley had expected, there really was a traitor in their midst!

But who would’ve thought the traitor to be Archie?

He was a man who had been presumed dead, but he had been skulking in the shadows, scheming endlessly. He had to be tired of living!

“Keep an eye on him. See if anyone else besides the Carrell family is involved,” Stephan said lazily, flexing his wrist with a casual air. “Also, spread the word that I’m gravely ill from poisoning and barely clinging to life.”

Stephan planned to commit to his act to the very end.

The small fry had been reeled in, but the bigger fish behind them had yet to surface.

“As you command, Mr. Russell,” Stanley lowered his head respectfully and prepared to leave.

“Wait.” Stephan called him back and added, “Keep the news from Khogend. Don’t let Felicia know about this.”

“Yes, sir!”

With that, Stanley departed.

glanced at his phone, which displayed several messages

replied to a single one over the past few days. Would she

well she would most definitely be angry. Then, he sighed, pondering how he could make amends after removing the mole and dealing with

do the

lips. His thumb gently traced Felicia’s name on

timidly, breaking his reverie. Stephan lifted his gaze, and the frost

asking

was the

gaze, the elderly doctor trembled as he pointed to the IV bottle on the ground. “Mr. Russell, should I have this tested to determine the polson

“Alright”

moment’s thought, he agreed. It would serve as evidence,

he showed it to Imogen, she wouldn’t let love blind

been dubious from the start. Even the so–called accident where Imogen fell into the water might

perfect damsel–in–distress