Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Chapter 122

Shawn would never allow Felicia to sever ties with them so easily.

Shawn made up his mind and said, "Lance, give me two days! I'll make that little brat pay me back!"

"I don't care how you raise the money. Here's my deal. If you don't pay up in two days, I'll chop off one of your fingers every day until you do!"

Lance scrutinized Shawn, his tone menacing. "If all your fingers are gone and you still can't pay, I'll have no choice but to sell off every valuable thing you have! Got it?"

"Got it! I understand!" Shawn nodded vigorously, fear etched on his face.

Over the next two days, he loitered around Felicia's college, trying to replace a way in. If it weren't for the security guards blocking him, he would have rushed up to her and demanded money to pay Lance back.

As the deadline approached, Shawn was frantic, contemplating whether he could sneak over the wall into the campus. He spotted a familiar figure walking out of the campus gate just then. It was Felicia!

When Shawn confronted her, Felicia had stepped out to buy something and was heading toward the nearby night market.

After waiting outside the college for two days, Shawn's stubble had grown out, his clothes were a mess, and he reeked of an unpleasant odor that he could hardly cover up.

Felicia wrinkled her nose and stepped back, pretending to be surprised. "What happened to you? You just got 50 million dollars, and you've spent it all in less than three months?"

Shawn was usually the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. In front of the more intimidating Lance, he was a subservient coward, nodding and bowing. He didn't dare to utter a word in protest. But facing Felicia, an 18-year-old girl, he felt a surge of confidence. He reverted to his usual haughty demeanor.

"Felicia, you've been back in the

Fuller family for three months now, right? As a daughter of the richest family, you must have a decent allowance. I don't need much-just 30 million dollars will do!"

Felicia said nothing.

She thought 30 million dollars was such a small request from Shawn.

Felicia couldn't help but laugh. "Look at yourself-a loser like you thinks he's worth 30 million dollars?"

"I'm your brother! Don't push it! I'm not taking action against you only because of our past relationship. Have you forgotten what it's like to get beaten?" Shawn shouted angrily. Felicia's smile grew brighter. How could she forget? Since she could remember, she had been beaten countless times.

As a child, she had been powerless, subject to the whims of those who were stronger than her. It wasn't until she could earn money for herself that things began to change a little.

Even then, she was no match for her adoptive family, who relentlessly bullied and exploited her. That gave them the false impression that they could continue to push her around. Felicia's expression hardened, and she replied, "I don't have any money."

"Who are you kidding? Your

biological parents are the richest in Khogend. They can casually donate hundreds of millions! They cherish you, so why wouldn't they give you money?" Shawn said as he made a move to rummage through Felicia's bag and check her bank cards.

Felicia's gaze darkened. With a swift motion, she took him down. When she spoke, her voice was laced with a threatening edge, "It seems like you have yet to learn your lesson because I haven't broken your hand the last time."

"Ouch! It hurts-" Shawn collapsed to the ground and had his back pinned by Felicia. His entire body was wracked with pain as his cries drew the attention of passersby. Felicia lowered her voice and said slowly, "You're right. My biological parents are indeed wealthy, but they don't like me. They prefer Kayla."