Return of the Crowned Heiress

Myra said, “Tomorrow, I’d like you to visit the Lawson family with me to clear up what happened last time. Licia, what do you think?”

“Alright,” Felicia replied. Since it was about that issue, she had no reason to decline.

Soon after, Eugene arrived at the school entrance, and Felicia headed back to the Fuller residence.

During dinner, Dexter handed her a card and smiled. “Licia, here’s your allowance for this month. There’s five hundred thousand dollars in it. Feel free to spend it however you like. If you need more, just let me

know.”

Felicia accepted the card but had no intention of using any of the money inside.

One day, she would leave this family that never truly felt like her own. Everything she had taken from them would be returned.

Dexter, unaware of her thoughts, smiled and said, “Let’s eat.”

Across the table, Kayla looked surprised and exclaimed, “Wow! My card looks different than Felicia’s. Mine is black–why’s that?” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Felicia’s card was a regular one with a fixed allowance, In contrast, Kayla’s black card was linked to Myrat and Dexter’s main account, giving her unlimited access to funds.

Dexter coughed lightly, quickly changing the subject. Felicia remained expressionless, revealing nothing of how she felt.

Meanwhile, Kayla picked up a piece of bread from the table and took a bite. With her mouth full, she turned to Myra and said, “Mom, this still doesn’t taste as good as yours. I remember when I was little and super picky. You and Dad always made sure to cook up something special for me.”

Myra glanced fondly at Kayla. But then, as if recalling something, she quickly glanced at Felicia before replying, “Hurry up and eat, Kay. The soup’s getting cold.”

Kayla nodded but couldn’t resist another glance at Felicia, subtly flaunting her place in the family.

Whenever Felicia was present, Kayla would constantly bring up memories of their family, stories from a time when it was just the three of them.

Felicia had no part in those memories. It was Kayla’s subtle way of reminding her that Felicia was the outsider here.

But much to Kayla’s frustration, Felicia remained indifferent.

Late at night, the house grew silent.

After showering and drying her hair, Felicia sat cross–legged on the bed, just like she always did. Her mind drifted back to the books she had been reading in Clive’s library recently.

She had a photographic memory, able to recall anything she had ever read. With her eyes closed, she immersed herself deeply into the material.

In her mind, the text came to life. She absorbed every detail–meridians, acupuncture techniques, venomous creatures, and poisons.

As she focused intensely, beams of flashlight flickered outside her window, vanishing after a few seconds. This was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps

Felicia listened carefully and recognized the footsteps of the Fuller family’s bodyguards. She wondered if

they were catching a thief.

The Fuller residence was enormous, with an entire building dedicated to the maids and bodyguards. The bodyguards worked in three shifts. While daytime duties were manageable, nighttime required more extensive patrols to ensure the safety of the residence.

Additionally, the residence was surrounded by cameras. Unless the intruder was a master thief or had top- tier hacking skills to disable the cameras, sneaking in unnoticed was nearly impossible.

Felicia opened her eyes and walked to the window. She glanced down and saw the bodyguards diligently patrolling and inspecting the grounds. It seemed someone had indeed broken in.

“Not my problem,” she thought as she casually closed the window. But as soon as she turned, every hair

her body stood on end.