Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Imogen clenched her fists tightly, her anger intertwining with an overwhelming chill that surged within her heart.

She despised deceit and betrayal above all else, yet the one who deceived and betrayed her was her only family member.

It felt as though someone had run a knife through her heart, leaving her bleeding and taw. She wanted to unleash all her rage, to tear Archie’s murderer into pieces. She wanted to seek vengeance no matter the cost!

“Summon the others! Have them tie Felicia up and bring her to me!” Imogen slammed her fist against the bed, shouting furiously.

Johanna smirked inwardly but feigned fear as she replied, “Alright… I’ll go… right now…”

Felicia was sleeping soundly and even had a dream. In her dream, she once again heard the faint sound of a bell

The sound of the bell, accompanied by ethereal chanting, seemed to come from a distant place ancient and mysterious.

She abruptly opened her eyes. Thankdully, she was still in bed. Perhaps it had been a shallow dream, or maybe her last instance of sleepwalking had been a fluke.

Or perhaps the bell had just begun ringing and she hadn’t had the chance to sleepwalk

Clutching her chest, Felicia realized she was drenched in cold sweat.

What on earth was going on?

Frowning in frustration, she felt a deep hatred for situations beyond her control, especially when she had no clue where to start unraveling them. novelbin

She was resolved to investigate this as soon as she returned home. She would do whatever it took to uncover the truth!

She let out a long breath to calm herself.

At that exact moment, there was a forceful pounding on the door to her room.

“Ms. Fuller, please come out.”

It was Johanna’s voice from outside, shouting loudly. After all, the door had an exceptionally high–security rating. Felicia had noticed it on her first day here. It was the kind of door that could even endure an explosion. The soundproofing was undoubtedly top–notch as well.

Glancing at the clock, she noticed that it was 1:00 am. Whoever came knocking at this hour couldn’t have good intentions

After quickly putting her clothes on, she opened the door to find Johanna standing outside with a group of people. Their demeanor was anything but friendly. Felicia smiled and asked calmly, “What’s the matter?”

Johanna let out a sigh of relief. She had worried Felicia might refuse to come out. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to take down the door even with the use of explosives. Furthermore, it was Stephan’s bedroom door. No one in the Russell family would dare attempt to breach it.

With a smirk, Johanna gestured. “Tie her up and take her away!!

The group behind her consisted of the Russell family’s subordinates. They hesitated momentarily, but remembering that it was an order from Imogen Russell, they reluctantly picked up the ropes and approached Felicia,

“We’re sorry, Ms. Fuller.”

The group moved closer, preparing to tie her up.

With a flick of her wrist, several silver needles appeared in Felicia’s hand.

Just then, a blurred figure stormed in like a whirlwind, raising a hand to deliver several forceful slaps to the people closing in on Felicia

At the same time, a string of curses erupted, “How dare you try to lay a hand on Mrs. Russell? Are you all out of your fucking minds? Are you tired of living? Do you

want to die?”

The person who charged in was none other than Stanley.

Without missing a beat, Stanley unleashed his tirade. His breath was even and steady, but his anger was boiling over as bis face contorted in cage. His reprimands left the group frozen, too scared to move.