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 and

single one over the past few days.

well she would most definitely be angry. Then, he sighed, pondering how

kneeling do the

Felicia’s name on the screen. The icy

gaze, and the frost in his gaze returned. His eyes gleamed

asking to

the nervous speaker stammered. It was

IV bottle on the ground. “Mr. Russell, should I have this

“Alright”

to do so initially, but after a moment’s thought, he agreed. It would

that when he showed it to Imogen, she wouldn’t let love blind her to the

intentions had been dubious from the start. Even the so–called accident where Imogen fell

a perfect damsel–in–distress