Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 111

Mike asked, "What if she actually asks for your help? Would you say yes?"

"It depends on my mood."

Mike fell silent, thinking Stephan was heartless!

Stephan toyed with the round, smooth porcelain bottle, casually removing the cap to sniff it. The scent of fresh grass wafted up, quite unique.

In his boredom, he poured a bit out and applied it to the scars on his hand.

He remembered Felicia mentioning that it was effective even on old scars, so he thought he'd give it a try for her sake.

Just then, Mike glanced at his vibrating phone and exclaimed, "No need to ask for help. I just got the news that Felicia has escaped!

"My grandpa has mobilized nearly half the staff to search for her up and down. I need to check things out. See you later."

As he typed a message while heading for the exit, he didn't forget to turn off the lights for Stephan.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Stephan paused, contemplating whether he should offer Felicia a helping hand.

However, in the next second, his expression changed drastically, his gaze darkening as he smashed the porcelain bottle to the ground!

Shards flew everywhere.

Stephan gritted his teeth in the darkness.

A fierce, overpowering heat surged up from his core.

There was something wrong with the medicine!

His eyes turned red, a surge of murderous intent rising within him.

Felicia had some nerves!

"Felicia, I can't believe you had the nerve to mess with me!"

...

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Felicia quickly reached out to help her up, checking her arm to ensure she hadn't been hurt. Fortunately, the thick carpet had cushioned her fall.

Abbie shook her head, her expression also apologetic. "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought."

"It's alright."

Felicia turned around and took a glance. The relentless bodyguards were already on her trail. She couldn't afford to waste time and continued running.

However, because of the brief stop, the long train of her gown snagged on a nearby fire extinguisher, tearing off a section of the red fabric.

"Hey, your dress..."

Abbie tried to call out to Felicia, but as a swarm of bodyguards rushed past, she instinctively recoiled, too frightened to approach.

Just then, her phone beeped loudly, cutting through the tension and urgency.