Return of the Crowned Heiress

The man on the bed sighed in relief when he heard Felicia’s assurance.

Now that the treatment was complete, the group quickly made their exit from the room.

On the way out, Felicia turned to Clive and said, “This time, I want half the consultation fee. Any objections?”

Clive burst out laughing. “No objection at all. I’d even give you the full amount.”

Felicia raised an eyebrow. Her expression was cool and composed. “That won’t do. I have my principles, and since I only did half the work, I’ll only take half the fee.”

She walked past Arnold without bothering to give him a glance. She regarded him as though he were invisible.

It wasn’t until they exited the hotel that Clive suddenly realized. “Wait a minute. What was Arnold doing here?”

“No idea.”

“Licia, I heard you two are getting engaged. That boy’s no good. Marrying him would be nothing but trouble for you.”

Felicia smiled lightly and reassured him, “Don’t worry, Grandpa. This engagement isn’t going to happen.”

Matthew, also known as Mr. Lawson Senior, had threatened to drag her to the wedding if necessary, but what if Arnold backed out himself?

With one week left until the engagement party, anything could happen. She had a backup plan if worse came to worst. She’d rather marry just about anyone else than be tied to Arnold.

She’d suffered enough in her previous life and wouldn’t repeat those mistakes in her current

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Clive didn’t press further. He handed over her share of the consultation fee, which was 250

thousand dollars.

There was still time before lunch, so Felicia suggested, “Grandpa, you should head back. I need to swing by the bank to deposit the money.”

She also had that one–million–dollar check from Stephan that needed to be cashed before it expired. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Clive nodded and got in the car to leave. Felicia headed straight to the bank and transferred all the money from her account to another one.

The two million dollars from treating Hubert and six million dollars from the Chavezs as an

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apology were immediately transferred from that account. She did the same thing with the 250 thousand dollars.

Soon after, the account holder on the receiving end replied with two simple words. “Thank you.”

Felicia exhaled and felt a bit lighter. However, when she tried to cash the one–million–dollar check, she was informed that the handwriting on the check was damaged and stained, rendering it invalid.

Dang it! Felicia took a closer look and realized that the check was smeared with blood when Kayla grabbed it from her during their tussle. The stain had obscured a crucial part of the check.

This meant that the check was void and would have to be reissued. Did this mean she had to go back to Stephan?

Felicia frowned. She fell into a dilemma. She didn’t want to lose such a large sum of money, but she didn’t want to deal with Stephan either.

That was a million dollars, though!

After much deliberation, pragmatism won out. She carefully tucked the check away, cab, and gave the address of the mansion.

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The sprawling estate was eerily quiet just like last time. There were no bodyguards or extra maids around.

Felicia knew better than to intrude. She had been here twice before–once to treat Stephan’s wound and the other was when he saved her life and flew her back to Khogend in his helicopter.

Though the estate seemed peaceful, who knew how many guards were lurking behind the scenes? Trespassing would be a death sentence.

After ringing the doorbell for what felt like an eternity, an elderly butler, William Wayne, finally appeared and opened the gate.

After she explained her purpose, William informed her that he needed to relay her message, so she waited.

William returned shortly and delivered his message. “Apologies, Ms. Fuller, but Mr. Russell says he won’t see you.”