Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return Of The Crowned Heiress 22

Chapter

22

The van's door slammed shut, and it sped away quickly.

No pedestrians were nearby to witness the event, save for a security camera at the intersection that quietly recorded everything..

After Felicia was forcibly taken into the van, a cloth was thrown over her face. She held her breath to avoid inhaling any scent and immediately pretended to faint.

In the front seat, Lance noticed the security camera and urged the driver, "Drive faster! If the Fuller family comes looking, we'll be in big trouble!"

The van raced out of Khogend City, finally slowing down as they reached the outskirts.

It was safe on the outskirts. Even if the Fuller family managed to realize Felicia was missing in time, it'd already be too late by the time they got here. Once they felt safe, Lance grinned and said, "Got you now, you little brat!"

As he pulled the door open, he was stunned to see Felicia sitting upright while the two thugs meant to restrain her lay on the ground, foam bubbling at their lips. Felicia smiled sweetly. "Looks like the last time wasn't enough for you to learn your lesson."

The mention of that incident made Lance's head throb. The last time Felicia had smashed something over his head, it had taken 17 stitches to patch him up!

His expression darkened as he raised a hand. "Get her under control! I'm going to make her pay today!"

With only three lackeys in total-two incapacitated and the third the driver-he was running out of options.

"Let's take her together!" he shouted, and the two of them lunged at Felicia simultaneously.

But she kicked the door closed with perfect timing, catching Lance halfway through the opening. The resounding thud of metal hitting flesh made his face contort in pain! The remaining lackey saw this and tried to sneak

k an attack.

Felicia flicked her wrist, sending two silver needles flying. The man instinctively ducked, but the found their mack, striking his shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. His body became stiff, unable to move.

needles

Felicia stepped out of the van casually, noticing Lance's expression of sheer frustration With a friendly kick, she said, "Did you learn your lesson?"

Lance, stubborn as ever, stayed silent but discreetly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, preparing to throw it at her face!

Felicia wasn't naive; she anticipated his move and kicked him again. He yelped in pain, dropping the dirt in the process

Finally, he pleaded, "Ms Fuller, it's nothing personal! Someone higher up wants you out of the way! Since I couldn't get the job done, can we just let this go?" Felicia sneered if the positions were reversed, would they spare her?

Of course not!

A flicker of murderous intent ignited in her eyes.

Having been in the game for years, Lance could sense that Felicia was genuinely intent on killing him. Driven by a primal urge to survive, he began to back away, desperate to escape.

At that moment, dust kicked up on the desolate road as two pickup trucks barreled toward them, hot on their trail. Behind them, a third vehicle pursued relentlessly.

Felicia cursed under her breath.

Before she could react, the two pickups surrounded her, and several dark gun barrels aimed at her head.

The assailants wore denim jackets and sported thick beards, one of them bearing a scar on his face.

Felicia recognized them from news reports, a gang of ruthless criminals, notorious international fugitives. with a million-dollar bounty on their heads.