Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 109

Felicia felt a bit dazed, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion that she hadn't had time to conceal.

Seeing her reaction, Arnold smirked with a trace of mockery. "Felicia, after thinking it over, since you're so determined to marry me, I'll grant your wish.

"But don't ever expect me to look at you again."

Wasn't she the one who insisted she didn't want to marry him?

Wasn't she the one who had ignored him multiple times and even dared to lay a hand on him?

Well, fine. He would have plenty of opportunities to get his revenge.

Arnold signaled to the bodyguards, sneering, "What are you waiting for? Get Mrs. Lawson into the car. The banquet is about to start."

"Yes, Mr. Lawson."

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, one on each side, grasping Felicia's arms and pushing her toward the vehicle.

Her eyes flared with anger. No matter how hard she fought, she was no match for the powerful bodyguards.

But if she didn't resist, was she really just going to end up tied to Arnold, only to repeat the same mistake and be sent to prison by him?

As she pondered this, she was shoved into the car.

Arnold followed her inside and ordered, "Drive."

The line of luxury cars sped away toward a venue known as the "Pristine Hall" wedding castle in Khogend.

Upon arriving, Felicia was immediately ushered into a dressing room to change into her gown, with a makeup artist on hand to apply her makeup.

A group of bodyguards stood guard at the entrance, ensuring she wouldn't escape.

This was all Matthew's arrangement.

Arnold scoffed at the extra precautions, convinced it was unnecessary. He didn't believe Felicia would actually try to run. Her claims of not wanting to marry were just a tactic to draw him in.

While Felicia would love to run, she needed to find the right opportunity. So, when she heard Arnold's command, she surprisingly didn't argue and followed him into the main hall.

The hall was filled with guests, and the bodyguards couldn't follow her every move inside, so she had plenty of chances to slip away.

However, to Arnold, her actions appeared as pure excitement, as if she couldn't wait to marry him.

He sneered, mocking, "So you're not going to pretend you don't want to marry me anymore?"

Felicia tugged at her lips, ready to retort, when Arnold's phone buzzed with a text message from Kayla. He glanced at it, and his expression shifted instantly.

The message contained only one image.

She had cut her wrist.

Without a second thought, Arnold dropped everything and bolted out the door.

The bodyguards, who had been monitoring Felicia, were momentarily stunned. Matthew had ordered them to keep an eye on Felicia, but now that Arnold had run off, should they be stopping him?