Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 683

Felicia's assurance finally gave Maurice's loyal bodyguards some peace of mind. Reluctantly, they backed off, silently standing guard nearby.

Meanwhile, Maurice had plunged into an even more excruciating state. Writhing on the ground, he clutched his head in agony. Suddenly, without hesitation, he lunged toward the rocky ground, clearly intent on smashing his head against the jagged surface.

If Felicia hadn't reacted quickly enough to grab him, the impact would have undoubtedly drawn blood.

But even now, things were far from fine.

In his uncontrollable state, Maurice bit down hard on his own tongue. Blood seeped from the corners of his lips, staining his usually composed face with a ghastly hue. Before he could inflict further harm upon himself, Felicia launched a preemptive strike.

With precision, she aimed a sharp chop at the back of his neck to knock him out.

But before he could land the blow, Maurice reacted like a cornered animal. It triggered his innate survival instinct, causing him to move at lightning speed as he grabbed Felicia's wrist in a vice-like grip. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers, devoid of any trace of warmth.

Those eyes—feral and predatory—sent a chill down Scarlet's spine.

Alarmed, she instinctively stepped forward to intervene, fearing for Felicia's safety. But before she could act, Maurice's eyes turned even sharper, and his grip on Felicia's wrist tightened further.

The fair, delicate skin of Felicia's wrist quickly bruised, turning a glaring shade of red and purple under immense pressure.

"Boss!" Scarlet called out, her voice tinged with both concern and hesitation.

The thought of being fully consumed by the venomous creature's control and awakening to find Felicia's lifeless body among the carnage sent shivers down his spine. No, that absolutely could not happen!

Maurice stumbled back, his body trembling. Seemingly oblivious to the hellish torment he felt within his body, he rasped, "Stay away from me, Felicia. Just stay away…"

Felicia glanced down at her bruised wrist, her expression a mix of exasperation and resignation.

As Maurice once again teetered on the brink of losing himself, Felicia wasted no time. With one swift, decisive motion, she struck the back of his neck.

As she began tying him up securely, Felicia muttered under her breath, "Stay put for once, will you? You've got way too much to say for someone in your sorry state!"