Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Chapter 515

Stephan’s message to Maurice was loud and clear–stay away from Felicia.

The way he had gone about it was domineering, protective, and unapologetically bold, leaving no room for negotiations. It was a warning as plain as day. Maurice scotted and replied lazily. “Off–limits, eh? And what if I decide to touch her anyway?”

His subordinate wiped the sweat from his brow and reminded cautiously, “Mr. Glovers, with all due respect… She’s not into you. You know what they say, forcing it just doesn’t work

“Forcing it doesn’t work, huh?” Maurice mumbled, then chuckled. “Well, I’m not trying to make it work. I’m doing it just for the sake of doing it.”

His subordinate choked on his words, unable to argue. He thought to himself, “Damn it. The logic is twisted, but somehow, it still makes sense.” Still, was it really okay for his boss to go against Stephan openly like this?

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The subordine racked his brains and made one last attempt. “Mr. Glovers, there are plenty of beautiful women out there. If you wanted, you could have them line up around the block. Why put all your eggs in one basket? Especially this one?” noveldrama

Maurice burst out laughing again. This time, it was a deep, resonating laugh that made his chest heave. It was as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

The rest at his men were completely baffled by his reaction.

After some time, Maurice’s laughter faded. He dropped his gaze and m entirely.

“They’re not her, and there won’t be another like her…”

muttered in a very soft voice. If one didn’t pay attention, one would’ve missed it

er and some food. Finally, she took our some

Sure, the world was full of beautiful women, but there was only one Felicia Fuller.

Felicia found a sale spot to stop and helped the Fuller couple settle in. She handed them bottles of water medical supplies and passed them along, instructing them to treat their own injuries

The moment they saw the water and food, the Fuller couple practically dove in, gulping and eating with no regard for appearances. Once their immediate survival needs were met, they finally had the energy to think about everything else. For example, why was Felicia here in the first place, and what exactly was her connection to the dangerous what they had seen, the two seemed to be quite close with each other.

man everyone called “Mr. Glovers“? From

But after what they’d been through, they didn’t dare ask. Felicia couldn’t be bothered to offer any explanations either. After rummaging through her bag, she pulled out two more bottles of water, some ration packs, and a satellite phone. She handed them all to the Fuller couple

“Sebastian will be here soon. J

Just follow this path out, and once you’re somewhere with a signal, use the phone to call him. After that, you’ll be safe,” With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder, turned on her heel, and began heading back the way she came.

The Fuller couple exchanged worried glances and quickly rushed after her.

*Liria, aren’t you coming with us? It’s too dangerous over there! The fog is so thick that you can’t see anything! Your dad and I ran into a lot of ants over there just now! You can’t go back there!” Myra exclaimed.

“She’s right, Licia Let’s leave together,” Dexter chimed in, barely managing to stand. His voice was strained, as though the words were being pushed our through clenched teeth

Earlier, one of the ants had bitten him on the heel. In the class, he had been too focused to notice the pain. But now that burning agony flared back up. It was bad enough that he almost wanted to scream.

they were rel

were relatively safe, the

Myra was the first to notice something wrong with him and shouted, “Darling, are you okay?”

Dexter could no longer hold it together and collapsed to the ground, sweating bullets as he clutched his leg in palm “Lieta, please have a look at him! Your father was bitten by an ant parler! The wound is on his her…. Oh my gosh!” Myra let out a screan the moment she pulled up Dexter’s pant leg to reveal the late

The wound was swollen, nozing pus, and already beginning to rot. It was far worse than anyone could’ve Imaglued from something as small as an ant

bite.

Felicia examined it and said in a low voice, “Those weren’t regular ants. They were bullet ants, and the ones you guys ran into might have been mutated. A single bite can hurt as much as a gunshot. In severe cases, It can be lethal.”