Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 339

The maid shuddered involuntarily, a chill running down her spine as she caught the glint in Kelsey’s eye.

To outsiders, the Glovers family appeared harmonious–a picture–perfect legacy of wealth and power. But beneath that polished veneer lay a grim truth. Maurice, the current head of the Glovers family, had seized his position not by birthright but through blood and betrayal.

Years ago, Maurice rose as the illegitimate son, unexpectedly dismantling the family’s carefully curated hierarchy. Ruthless and calculating, he eliminated both his father and his half -brother. Step by step, he dismantled the legacy they built.

He left nothing to chance, securing his hold over the family within a single year.

With an iron grip, Maurice absorbed every faction under his control, consolidating his power to become the undisputed master of the Glovers family’s empire.

But none of this had earned him his grandmother’s approval.

In Kelsey’s eyes, Maurice was nothing more than a disgrace–unworthy, treacherous, and illegitimate. The perfect storm of humiliation and fury simmered beneath her gentle facade. Her doting “grandmotherly” demeanor was nothing but a mask, hiding years of calculated hatred and resentment.

For years, she had plotted silently, biding her time. She had even gone so far as to engineer the crippling condition in Maurice’s legs, using a carefully administered poison to paralyze him from the waist down.

“Just one more year,” she murmured to herself, her voice as brittle as glass. “And the poison would’ve reached his heart, and that wretched bastard would’ve been gone for good.”

Her lips curled into a sneer. She spat, venom dripping from her words, “But along came that young woman with her so–called genius. She fixed him so easily, undoing everything I worked

for.”

The lines of her face hardened into deep creases of fury, but moments later, she laughed. It was a low, raspy chuckle that sounded almost unhinged.

She muttered, her tone brightening with wicked glee, “Still, perhaps I owe that a word of thanks, after all.”

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Her fingers sped up, spinning the prayer beads around her hand with unsettling precision.

“This pair of twin venomous creatures… What a remarkable gift. One hurts, and the other suffers twice as much. And if one dies, the other dies in agony. This will save me the trouble of dealing with him myself. If the young woman dies, Maurice dies. It’s that simple.”

The glint in her eyes returned as she turned to the maid by her side. Her tone was calm, almost

cheerful, as she said, “Contact the best assassins. Spare no expense. That young woman must not live.”

The private plane touched down in Khogend, and Felicia could finally exhale.

The moment her shoes hit the pavement, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The ordeal

was over.

Her phone, which had been disconnected during her captivity, suddenly me back to life. Notifications poured in, messages and missed calls flooding her screen. The device even froze for a moment under the sheer weight of it all.

She scrolled through quickly, her eyes catching on the sheer number of attempts from Carmen over 200 missed calls and 60 messages. She had been frantic, trying desperately to reach her.

Thank God for that

one brief moment of contact. If Felicia hadn’t sent word that she was safe, Carmen would’ve gone out of her mind.

Among the sea of notifications, another name caught her eye–Stephan. Over 20 missed calls.

Apart from Stephan and Carmen, a few unfamiliar numbers also called her. Other than that, there was nothing.

Felicia texted Carmen back, letting her know she had arrived in Khogend and was on her home. She reassured her not to worry.

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Then, she called Stephan. It took several rings before someone picked up, but the voice that answered wasn’t what she expected.

“Hello?” It was a woman’s voice–soft, delicate, and unmistakably intentional in its

sweetness.

“Stephan just fell asleep,” the woman continued, her tone gentle but possessive. “He’s been working through the night for days. Is there something I can pass along to him for you?”

Felicia’s grip on the phone tightened, her mind momentarily blank.

After a pause, she forced herself to respond, her tone icy and composed, “No, it’s fine. It’s not important.”