Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 313

Felicia acted as if she had no idea of her precarious situation, carrying herself like a guest of honor in the Glover estate. She demanded the best food and drink every day, directing the staff with an air of entitlement.

Beyond that, she frequently mentioned her plans to return to Khogend once Maurice's legs were healed, dropping casual remarks that made her optimism clear.

Even Maurice's men, tasked with shadowing her under the guise of assisting, found her naiveté amusing.

Did she really think she could walk out of Maurice's lair unscathed?

Of course, they all played along until Maurice's legs were fully restored. No one would tip their hand or reveal the fangs waiting beneath.

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Meanwhile, back in Khogend, it was the third day since Felicia had disappeared.

Carmen was at her wits' end, her lips cracked and dry from stress.

Three days ago, she'd been hiking and laughing with Felicia, only to have their descent interrupted by an ambush.

Those men weren't amateurs—they came prepared, and they came for Felicia.

Carmen had wanted to stay and fight alongside her friend, but Felicia had pushed her away, insisting she'd only be a burden. She'd told Carmen to run, to find help.

Clearly, Felicia was trying to protect her, and with no time to argue, Carmen fled.

But when she returned with help, Felicia was gone. There wasn't a single clue left behind. The trail had been wiped clean, and every surveillance camera along the way had been disabled. Felicia had vanished without a trace.

Carmen reported the incident to the police, but three days later, there was still no progress.

Calvin laughed, unbothered. He leaned against the doorframe with a smug grin, like he thought she wouldn't dare follow through. Even if Carmen dared to kill him, he'd just run. However, he would just return to harass her all over again.

"Carmen," he said, his voice oozing a twisted kind of sweetness. "You've already ruined me. I lost my job. Fed up with all the gossip, my parents returned to the countryside. Now, I've got nothing left but you."

His face contorted with a disturbing mix of desperation and fake devotion as he continued speaking, his words sending chills down her spine.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me. I'll keep following you. Wherever you go, I'll be right behind you... You can't get rid of me."

Carmen clenched her fists, her patience snapping like a twig. Without hesitation, she grabbed the kitchen knife and swung it down hard.

Calvin dodged just in time, the blade striking the wall and leaving a jagged mark as dust and plaster crumbled to the floor. However, she wasn't done. She lifted the knife again and charged at Calvin with fierce determination.