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.

should have taken control of the Russell family by now and aligned forces with them from

declared, “Prepare to die,

were the Russell family’s forces who had been waiting in the building. With blades Bashing and swords clashing, the two sides quickly engaged in a

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

leisurely answered, “Don’t bother. There’s no need for Mr. Russell to make an appearance to

Archie” Stanley paused, then answered,

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

be leaving

terrified them even more was not just that but the fact that the Cartell family and Pete were in great

their forces to take action against the Russell family, intending to strike first. But where was Stephan, who had yet to show up?

was in

night was destined to 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

was that man

her face pale with terror. She trembled as she pleaded, “M–Mr. Russell, what did my son do to offend you? I apologize on his behalt. Please have mercy and

that matched the coolness of the night.

to report, “Mr. Russell,