Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia could barely keep up with the flat terrain ahead.

But as she was about to climb over the tall fence of the Fuller residence, she started cursing herself for not having the wings to fly out.

The fence was too high, and there were sharp spikes at the top in addition to layers of iron wires coiled around it full of razor–sharp barbs. She’d be painfully pierced with just one wrong move.

Felicia gave up trying, knowing that there was no way she could get over it without a ladder.

Stephan gleaned at her and instructed in a cryptic tone I’d suggest you close your eyes.”

“What?” Before she could react, she felt her body lift into the air.

A strong force held her so she wouldn’t fall. The arm around her waist was strong and gave her a sense of

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Felicia took the chance to look down, and her pupils instantly dilated. The spikes and sharp wires were dangerously close and could stab her at any moment.

“Ah!” She couldn’t hold back from screaming sharply.

This was dangerous!

Stephan’s languid voice sounded atop her head. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in his voice as he said, “I warned you not to look.”

Luckily, the moment of danger lasted only a few seconds.

Felicia was seated in the car, waiting by the road. By the time she regained her senses, she checked herself over and noticed there weren’t any injuries.

She heaved a sigh and got in.

The driver stepped on the pedals under Stephan’s command, and the black Rolls–Royce shot off into the

distance.

Felicia didn’t ask where they were headed. She figured that since they were going to save someone, it’d either be a hospital or the victim’s house.

But she’d have never expected Stephan to send her to a prison.

Her face paled the moment she saw the prison gates. Memories of her previous life in prison were vividly imprinted in her mind.

She remembered the day she was locked up. Arnold had stood in front of her and told her prison mates,” Take good care of her.”

Those words had led to unimaginable suffering and torment. The pain had etched itself deep in her bones and lingered from her past life to follow her into the present.

Felicia trembled uncontrollably.

Stephan got out of the car. When he noticed Felicia hadn’t moved, he frowned and rested one hand on the car door. Bending down, he peered inside.

“Do you need me to invite you out?”

Stephan froze slightly just after he spoke.

In the back seat, Felicia’s face was pale, and her bright, clear eyes tinged with redness. As she forcibly held her tears back, she looked like a wronged animal stubbornly refusing to bow despite looking pitiful.

Her face was full of resentment and unwillingness.

Yet, that expression vanished in an instant. It seemed as if it had just been his illusion.

Felicia got out of the car. “Let’s go, Mr. Russell,”

Stephan narrowed his eyes, which were filled with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny, but he said nothing more and led Felicia into the prison..

After winding through several corridors, they finally stopped in front of an iron door.