Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 678

The sharp mind of metal clashing echoed through the air, followed by a dull thud

stephan stood firm, his tall frame unyielding like a mountain. The edge of his coat fluttered in the beze, giving him an air of aloofness

Opposite him, the figure who had just launched the attack was sent flying backward. The man stumbled roughly six feet before crashing to the ground. He was now covered in dirt and looked

slowly, the figure lifted his head. Felicia finally got a clear view of his are

Gasps from Imogen and Scarlet filled the air, and Felicia’s heart skipped a beat as her pupils contracted slightly. It was Maurice!

What was he doing? What had caused him to lose control like this?

Felicia had always known that there was bad blood between Maurice and Stephan It was said that their families‘ dead stretched back to the previous generation. Though they each ruled their respective territories and generally avoided open conflict, there was no shortage of cover hostility.

But this time, Maurice wasn’t being subtle. He had come openly with a blade in hand to bill

out of his

He scrambled to his deer, ignoring the dirt clinging to his clothes–something unthinkable for a clean freak like him-

Imogen. With bloodshot eyes, he gripped his

treze momentarily, still shaken from the first attack. Though Stephan had pulled her to safety earlier,

Imogen steadied herself she didn’t move. She didn’t

same time, several of Stephan’s men, who had disembarked from the helicopter, rushed forward, forming a protective

disarmed Maurice, sending the knife flying from his hand. Maurice reacted quickly, using the momentum to throw a panch aimed directly at Stephan’s temple–a blow

out!” Imogen shouted

punch effortlessly. In the same motion,

on one knee with a muffled groan of pain. It was

fight was over in just a

reached its limit. His voice was cold and sharp, each word cutting like a blade as he spoke, “Maurice, do you have

never considered Maurice worth the effort to kill But now, Maurice

him–and not once

either backed down or begged for