Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

His recoil provided Felicia with the opportunity she needed. She jumped out of bed and smashed the lamp against the wall.

The lamp shattered into pieces. Felicia picked up one of the shards and gripped it tightly in her hand. The sharp edge cut into her palm, and blood began to drip. She held on fiercely, using it as a weapon to keep Arnold at bay. "Take one step closer and I'll slit your throat. Go ahead, try me!" she snarled.

Arnold was furious. He should never have gone soft on her just now! But at least the drug was working. Felicia's cheeks had turned red, and her eyes were hazy. It wouldn't be long until she exhausted herself. Or so he thought.

To his utter shock, Felicia suddenly drew the shard across her own arm. The pain cleared her mind instantly, and her gaze regained its sharpness.

"You..." Arnold was dumbfounded. He was in disbelief that Felicia was willing to hurt herself just to stay in control.

Felicia, panting from the sting, glared coldly at him. "Get out!"

She knew there was little chance she'd make it out of the Lawson residence tonight. If she tried to escape, Arnold's men would easily overpower her and seize the shard from her grasp, rendering her defenseless. Staying in the room was safer. But instead of leaving, Arnold took another step closer.

Felicia's grip on the shard tightened, her eyes filled with vigilance. Blood streamed down her hand, but the pain only sharpened her focus. She kept a close watch on Arnold's every move.

If he came any closer, she would attack without hesitation, intent on killing Arnold.

However, he seemed unafraid and continued to walk toward her.

Felicia's eyes filled with determination. In an instant, she surged forward, slashing through the air with the shard aimed straight for his throat.

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Felicia, but he was not fully unprepared. As the Lawson family's heir, he had been trained for such situations. Despite having been outwitted by Felicia before, his reflexes were sharp. He moved back just in time as the shard was about

to slash his neck.

The shard sliced across his skin, leaving a thin line of blood.

Arnold's heart pounded. If he had reacted even a split second slower, it wouldn't have been just a scratch; it would have been his life. "Felicia!" he shouted furiously. "You're ruthless! Truly ruthless!"

Felicia sneered, though there was a flicker of regret in her eyes. She had been so close. With just a little more force, she could have ended him. But that final act drained what little strength she had left. Her legs weakened, and she nearly collapsed before catching herself on the table's edge.

She was near the end of her rope.

Arnold stood over her and looked down with cold arrogance. "Felicia, you've run out of options."

Before Felicia could react, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from outside.

The ground trembled violently, and they could feel the entire villa shaking. The chandelier above them swayed dangerously, and the trinkets on the table rattled. They were confused as to what was happening. Perhaps it was an earthquake?

Arnold yanked the curtains open to peer outside. His expression instantly shifted as his eyes widened in shock.

Felicia, still wary of Arnold, quickly glanced out the window herself. She froze after witnessing what was outside.

Outside, the Lawson residence's

walls and fences were being torn down as military Humvees

bulldozed their way through. Thevet

were unstoppable and fierce. The thunderous crashes came from the relentless assault of dozens of these military Humvees, tearing through everything in their path.