Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 353

Felicia had clearly underestimated Mike’s shameless persistence.

For someone who always seemed the perfect gentleman–polished, composed, and annoyingly polite–Mike had a hidden streak of stubborn audacity.

When Kerry tried to show him the door politely, Mike casually brushed it off and followed Felicia all the way into the storeroom.

Kerry hovered awkwardly nearby, unsure whether she should physically intervene. Ultimately, she decided against it. After all, this was Mike, not some random troublemaker. Still, she kept a watchful eye.

Felicia paid no attention to her unwanted guest, focusing on the colorful powders spread out on the table in front of her. The air was heavy with a strange, medicinal aroma.

“What’s that?” Mike asked, leaning closer to the array of red, yellow, blue, and green powders. He reached out, curiosity getting the better of him. “It smells… interesting. Mind if I

“Poison,” Felicia said with a faint smile, not looking up. “Deadly stuff. One touch and you’re

gone.”

Mike’s hand froze mid–air. His expression shifted from mild curiosity to wide–eyed shock, as though she had just told him the powder could explode. His hand snapped back to his side, and, he instinctively took two steps back.

“Seriously?” he asked, swallowing hard. “You’re out here whipping up poison like it’s no big deal?”

Felicia finally looked up, her lips curving slightly. “Didn’t you call me a ‘tough girl‘ the first time we met? Just living up to the reputation.”

”

Mike thought back to their first encounter–Felicia, alone and unarmed, taking on a group of street thugs like it was a casual Tuesday. He had been impressed back then. Now? He wasn’t so

sure.

Straightening up, he cleared his throat and tried to sound serious. “Okay, fine. But, uh… Are you upset because of that woman hanging around Stephan?”

Felicia paused her work, her hands still over the array of toxic powders she was mixing. It took her a moment to process what Mike had just said.

She thought, “There’s a young woman with Stephan? Well, that explains a lot.”

Instead of addressing his statement, Felicia tossed her own question back at him, “Mr. Lawson, can you tell me what Stephan is really looking for in Khogend? Don’t tell me it’s connected to the Fuller family?”

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She hadn’t forgotten about Stephan’s two late–night visits to the Fuller residence. Coupled

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in Khogend under a concealed identity, there was clearly more to this story.

Felicia wasn’t someone driven by idle curiosity, but if it involved the Fuller family, she couldn’t ignore it. That unspoken tension between her and Stephan–was it intentional or purely coincidental?

Mike’s expression shifted noticeably. “I… can’t answer that.”

He looked like he wanted to slap himself. He scolded himself inwardly, “Why did I even bring this up?” Now, he had managed to dig himself into a hole. He should’ve just stayed quiet instead of nosing around and creating trouble for himself.

“If you really want to know, ask Stephan directly. Anyway, I’ve got something to do. Thanks for that calming sachet you made for Sandra. I’ll see myself out!”

The man who had been loitering shamelessly just moments ago now bolted as if his life depended on it.

Felicia chuckled softly.

With the interruption gone, she refocused on mixing her powders. But Mike’s earlier comment about the “young woman” by Stephan’s side left a strange feeling lingering in her chest.

She recalled the soft, feminine voice that had answered her call to Stephan before. It should be

her.

Clearly, their relationship wasn’t ordinary.

Felicia pushed down the faint discomfort stirring in her and turned her full attention back to crafting the poison in front of her.

Kerry was still standing nearby, her eyes wide as she nervously pointed to the vibrant array of powders on the table.

“Ms. F–Fuller…”

“Straighten your tongue before you speak,” Felicia said without looking up.

“Ms. Fuller!” Kerry finally managed, her voice trembling. “Is this really poison? The kind that … you know… kills on contact?”