Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 334

Maurice's men shot Felicia a look that could kill her, their fists twitching as if itching to strike. But then came the realization. If they hurt her, whatever pain she felt would rebound back onto their boss with double the intensity. The risk wasn't worth it.

They froze.

Meanwhile, Felicia dusted herself off, her clothes still soaked and dirtied from the fiasco with the crocodiles and the bear. She looked like she'd been dragged through a jungle, but somehow, her confidence radiated stronger than ever.

Her gaze flicked to Maurice, his useless arms limp at his sides. She let out a soft, mocking sigh.

"Hey, Mr. Glovers, quick question," she began, her tone light but laced with mischief. "How do you plan on cleaning up after using the bathroom?"

Maurice's temple twitched.

Felicia blinked innocently, then added, "Maybe try using your feet? Oh wait—those don't work either, huh?"

That was it.

Her smirk, combined with the over-the-top innocence in her tone, was the perfect recipe for disaster.

Maurice's expression darkened, his patience snapping like a dry twig. His anger boiled beneath the surface, but his voice was eerily calm.

He asked through gritted teeth, "When did you do it?"

He wasn't asking if she had done something. He was asking when.

Ever since Felicia had been dragged onto his private plane, she'd been under his constant surveillance. Her room was monitored as well. Caesar had observed every treatment session. Even her tools and materials were meticulously checked for tampering.

There had been no opportunity for her to pull off something like this—or so he thought.

"Oh, from the very start," Felicia said breezily as if she were talking about the weather. "Right after I boarded your fancy little plane and laid eyes on you. That's when I got the twin venomous creature into your system."

The implication was clear—there was no bad blood between them. It was Maurice who started all of this by kidnapping her and, later, by breaking his promise to let her go. That was what had led to the mess they were in now.

"I took your payment, so, of course, I won't ruin my own reputation. Plus, I'm someone who always keeps their word. We don't have to drag this out. If you let me go and promise to leave me alone, I'll keep my end of the bargain. I'll fix your legs, and we can both walk away from this."

Maurice tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "So, what you're saying is, you've tied my life to yours, but now, I'm supposed to just let you walk out of here while I babysit you for the rest of my life?"

Felicia's lips curled into a small smile.

"Well, it sounds a bit dramatic when you put it like that. But, yes, essentially. If I'm safe, you're safe. It's a win-win."

She delivered the line so matter-of-factly that it almost sounded logical.

Maurice raised his brow again.