Return of the Crowned Heiress

Under the moonlight, Felicia’s clear, cold eyes shone like gemstones against her fair skin, and her delicate features were flawless, radiating both beauty and an air of calm confidence.

The gang leader grinned. “Wow! What a pretty lady!”

The others whistled, the meaning behind their jeers clear.

These were dangerous men, unafraid of anything, and even under the weight of a manhunt, their malicious intent remained unchanged.

Felicia knew all too well that no matter how fast her silver needles flew, she couldn’t escape with so many guns trained on her.

Desperate, her mind raced. How could she buy some time?

Perhaps she had caught Lance’s cowardice, she blurted out, “I’m Stephan’s woman! If you lay a finger on me, just guess how you’ll end up dying.”

At the mention of Stephan’s name, their laughter died instantly, and the truck fell silent.

The criminals, who had planned to have some fun at her expense, suddenly appeared cautious and

serious.

Felicia realized she had hit the jackpot. Stephan’s name was indeed powerful.

There were six people on the wanted list, their faces plastered all over the streets. Felicia had seen those posters multiple times, and she recognized five of the individuals.

But one was missing–the one she had encountered in the Fuller residence’s garden, lying next to Stephan’s feet during the reunion party.

She didn’t know if these criminals had a vendetta against Stephan, but she was willing to gamble, hoping to buy herself a couple of minutes to cut through her bindings.

The gang leader cursed, fixing a hard stare on her. “Are you really Stephan’s woman?”

“Of course,” Felicia replied nonchalantly.

When a person was out in the world, their identity was what they created themselves.

Besides, Stephan wouldn’t know; if she could intimidate them, it was worth it!

However, Felicia didn’t expect Lance, who was wounded and in agony, to jump in and expose her lie.

“She’s lying! There’s no way she knows Mr. Russell! I guarantee she’s just making this up to fool you!”

The gang leader’s expression darkened. It was true that Stephan, the powerful figure of the Rusell family, was known for avoiding women–how could he possibly have a girlfriend?

“Thate being played for a fool!”

Losing patience, the gang leader lunged forward, intending to grab Felicia by the hair and slam her to the floor. But before he could reach her, two silver needles flew from Felicia’s hand, followed by a folding knife plunging into his eye!

The leader covered his bloodied face, howling in rage like a wounded lion, wanting nothing more than to tear Felicia apart!

No one expected Felicia to have freed her hands. Even more surprising was her swift and deadly response; she had acted with such precision!

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The remaining men reacted quickly, aiming their guns at Felicia and firing.

Anticipating this, Felicia jumped from the moving pickup without hesitation. Though she tried to minimize the impact, her body still bore multiple bruises from the fall.

With no time to linger, the two pickup trucks had come to a halt, and the gang of criminals was closing in on her.

Felicia sprinted toward the forest.

Fortunately, the cover of the night aided her escape, but it also meant she stumbled and fell countless times along the way.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spotted lights ahead. Pushing through the brush, she discovered a village glowing with light.

There was hope!