Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 657

Johanna nodded, her face expressionless and her eyes blank. Although her gaze looked mostly numb, there was a desperate resignation hidden underneath.

Johanna had been like this since Archie's death.

Pete didn't care and didn't take her condition to heart. After all, all he needed was a useful pawn.

In fact, he liked the hopeless look on Johanna's face. People like her, with nothing left to lose, were the ones who could throw everything into their mission—even their own lives.

Anger and hatred were emotions that were essential for cultivating the will to kill.

As Pete turned around, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and the grin on his face widened with delight.

"Ms. Rosario," Pete called, his lips curling into a smirk as his gaze swept over her tightly drawn expression. "Your opportunity is here. Let's go. I'll have someone escort you out."

"Oh, one more thing." He leaned closer and slipped a knife into Johanna's hand. "Go on, and don't disappoint me."

Johanna didn't react and merely tightened her grip on the knife. She gave a cold, empty smile before walking away.

Once out of Pete's line of sight, her tightly clenched jaw twitched, revealing a chilling, venomous sneer.

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The morning traffic on the road was heavy with congestion.

Scarlet was driving, occasionally glancing at Felicia in the back seat. "Boss, are you okay?"

Felicia hummed softly, leaning against the seat with her eyes closed.

The trampled grass had been restored, the broken items repaired, and the bloodstains washed away. The air smelled only of the freshness of rain.

As Felicia stepped through the entrance, she saw Stephan. He was standing with his back to her, speaking into his phone. From her angle, she couldn't see his face and could only hear his commanding tone as he gave orders.

A mischievous idea crossed Felicia's mind. She crept up behind him and reached out to cover his eyes.

Before she could say anything, Stephan caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm without turning around.

Felicia pouted.

The touch was gentle yet intimate, and it sent a spark through her.

Flustered, Felicia tried to pull her hand back, only for Stephan to tighten his grip, holding her even closer.