Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 667

Chapter 667

what kind of leverage was Johanna hoping to get?

Felicia’s gaze shifted between Stephan and Imogen before finally lusding on Scarlet, who was looking at her knowingly.

Scarlet pulled Felicia aside and whispered, “Boss, don’t you think this is aimed at you?”

Before Felicia could respond, Imogen’s phone started ringing The call was from an unknown number.

Imogen, still trying to comfort the crying Caleb, was too frazzled to answer. Stephan took the phone from her, swiped to accept the call, and turned on speaker mode.

Immediately, Johanna’s voice came through. It was soft and seemingly polite yel dripping with malicious satisfaction.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, everyone?”

Her tone was sweet and condescending, brimming with the kind of glee that came from feeling in control. Then, she said something that made everyone freeze–she mentioned

Felicia

venomous creature. This creature can’t be removed. It‘ slowly torment him, pushing him into unbearable pain until he

Imogen want to reach through the phone and

suppress her fury and force herself to ask, “What do you

mocking laugh echoed from the other end. There was silence for a few moments before Johanna spoke again, her

want you to take a knife, cut yourself, and

Imogen agreed without hesitation, her only

unclear what she did on her end, but Caleb’s cries began to weaken. His sobs turned into hiccups, though his face was still red from the strain. Soon, he

sliver of relief, Johanna’s voice cut through again, cold and unyielding. “This is only temporary Felicia should know exactly what kind of venomous creature this is. It has no cure If you want the child to survive, let Felicia take the call

issue with this request. After all, Felicia was the

twice, Imogen handed the phone to

was just about to take it when a strong, slender hand reached out in front of her, effortlessly taking the phone

It was Stephan.

and only then did she notice what he was doing with his other hand. His fingers were deftly tapping away on a tablet, entering lines of code, His clean, well- defined hand–with its visible veins and

data streamed by, and it

He was trying to use the call to pinpoint Johanna’s