Return of the Crowned Heiress

mogenpaved a smooth road to success for Archle and even tumed him into the esteemed son–in–law of the Russell family!

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she felt.

If it weren’t for the fact that her eyes had already recovered, allowing her to see for herself the ambition hidden beneath Archie’s hypocritical facade and his sordid relationship with Joharma, she might still be kept in the dark, played like a fool!

Thankfully, she met Felicia.

Imogenblinked lightly, concealing the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes. Instead, she put on a docile and frightened expression, anxiously saying, “Archie, no, I’ve always trusted you!”

“Then wine won’t you give me the seal? Are you afraid I’ll take it all for myself?=

Archie sighed theatrically, feigning disappointment. “Forget it. Since it belongs to the Russell family, I won’t touch it, then ”

Hearing this, Imogen panicked and hurriedly grabbed his hand, raising her voice. “Don’t say that! We’re husband and wife. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine Is yours! 11 you want the seal, I’ll give it to you!”

With that, she pointed toward her vanity table and instructed. “In the third drawer, there’s a small button–shaped decoration. Turn it once, and a hidden compartment will pop out. The seal is inside ”

Finally!

raced, his

long, he had finally extracted the seal’s location from her. His patience had

He knew this foolish old woman

and some emotional manipulation,

to the vanity table, following Imogen’s instructions precisely. He soon found the button–shaped decoration. What a

times before but to no

Imogen hadn’t revealed it, he would never have guessed that this seemingly decorative trinker was actually a secret mechanism. With a click, a small hidden compartment popped open. Inside, lined with silk, lay a

exquisite, translucent pearl, shimmering with a rare luster. To the untrained eye, it might be difficult to identify its type, but anyone could tell at a glance that it was incredibly precious and

craftsmanship so lifelike that they exuded an air

the seal, the red imprint bore a complex and ancient pattern–the

in banks across the globe under the Russell family name. With the seal in his possession, consolidating all the Russell family’s subsidiary companies under his control would be a

message to the contact saved as “Sir” in his

to purge the subordinates of the Russell family to

that he had succeeded so quickly, he simply replied with a single word,

the response, Archie’s last bit of anxiety melted away completely. He couldn’t help but laugh aloud, already envisioning himself standing at the pinnacle