Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 421

Mike roared in fury, throwing another punch aimed straight for the man's temple. If this hit landed, it would be a guaranteed kill.

The crowd around them had grown. Some bystanders were even recording with their phones, eager for some drama to post online. If Mike killed the guy, he'd be facing serious consequences himself.

In a split-second decision, Felicia kicked the middle-aged man in the side, causing him to stumble. Mike's punch veered off course, smashing into the man's nose instead.

The sound of breaking bone was unmistakable.

Blood gushed from the man's nose as he let out a scream and collapsed. His nose was clearly done for, but at least he wasn't dead.

Mike turned, his eyes blazing. When he saw it was Felicia, the veins on his hand bulged as he clenched his fist. It took every ounce of his self-control not to hit her.

"Move," he growled out one cold and menacing word.

Behind him, his driver stepped forward as he was unable to hold back. The man gently tugged on Felicia's sleeve and said, "Miss, Mr. Lawson's daughter has been kidnapped. We don't know where she is. Please don't interfere!"

Felicia ignored the driver. Her eyes stayed locked on Mike as she asked, "The calming sachet I made for Sandra—did you have her carry it with her?"

Mike was still teetering on the edge of losing control, and his bloodshot eyes looked wild. But her question broke through his haze of rage.

If Sandra still had that sachet on her, there was a reason Felicia would ask. She wouldn't have brought it up otherwise.

"It's on her," Mike said quickly.

"Good," Felicia replied. "Take me to where Sandra disappeared. Now."

She placed a hand on his shoulder, her tone steady and efficient. "There's an herb in that sachet with a very distinct scent. I can track it."

The second he heard her explanation, Mike's anger evaporated.

The thought filled Felicia with a cold fury.

Her brows furrowed as she recalled Roberta, who was trafficked and held captive. The monsters who did these things deserved nothing short of hell.

They arrived at the spot where Sandra had been taken.

It was outside a bustling shopping center filled with families and kids. There was even a play area nearby for children.

Felicia got out of the car and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the scents carried by the wind.

It was chaos.

The air was thick with a jumble of smells. Someone nearby was selling flowers, so the sweet scent of roses and sunflowers lingered in the breeze. Cigarette smoke wafted from a group of men on the plaza. Further off, food vendors were selling snacks, with the sugary aroma of candied apples standing out among the rest.