Return of the Crowned Heiress

and chater in life!!

Archie. Don’t be scared. I’ll join you soo

Johanna forced our a mile, bare slowly shifting around the room. The knife that Imogen had been holding was gone, and only a sturdy belt remained on the

nameled toward on her knees, grabbed the belt, and looped it around her neck.

identified intrades rushed into the Russell residence. They were armed with weapons as they headed straight into the villa

Stanley, leading a group of people, was already stationed at the door. He had clearly been waiting for a long time.

intruders charged forward and saw the scene, they were momentarily stunned and felt a surge of unease!

This wasn’t what they had imagined.

Wasn’t it said that the head of the Russell family, Stephan, had been fatally poisoned and that the family was in disarray? They had thought that with the current

kof leadership, only the blind and harmless Imogen remained.

Russell family by now and aligned forces with them from the

arogantly declared, “Prepare

speaking, a group of people charged out from the villa. They were the Russell family’s forces who had been waiting in the building. With blades Bashing and swords clashing, the two sides quickly engaged

the intruder looked around. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he shouted, “Is Stephan okay?

down two intruders with ease and leisurely answered, “Don’t bother. There’s no need for Mr. Russell to make

paused, then

no more doubts. They had fallen into a trap! All the information they had received was fake! The agents they had planted

the intruders would be leaving the residence alive

terrified them even more was not just that but the fact that

all their forces to take action against the Russell family, intending to strike first. But where was Stephan,

in grave

be an unrestful one. The Carrell family was steeped in the stench of blood, and the sounds of screams and pleas filled the air. Stephan tumed the Carrell family upside down, but he couldn’t find

was that man

ground, her face pale with terror. She trembled as she pleaded, “M–Mr. Russell, what did my son do to offend you? I

in a rosewood chair, his presence carrying a chill that matched the coolness of the night. His handsome face appeared relaxed yet striking.

one to report, “Mr. Russell, the backyard