Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 511

The Fuller couple screamed in unison, tumbling down the slope, Luckily, the dense rainforest vegetation–a mix of bushes, shrubs, and weeds– cushioned their tall.

Even then, they both landed in a pile of wet, rotting leaves on the damp, four–smelling forest floor. Dazed and disoriented, they lay there for what felt like forever, too stunned to move

Just then, a tall shadow loomed over them, blocking out the light. Someone stood above them, looking down.

“Someone’s here! We’re saved!” Dexter thought as his face lit up with hope.

Summoning his strength, he pushed himself to sit up straight and eagerly addressed the stranger, “Did you come to rescue us? That’s amazing! Please give us some food and water, then help us get out of here!”

The man before them stood with his hands in his pockets, moving about casually as if he were on a Sunday stroll. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and a small red mole at the corner of his eye added a devilish charm to his appearance.

As Dexter waited expectantly, the man’s lips curled into a lazy smirk. With a drawl that carried a hint of mockery, he said, “Where did these old geezers come from? Let’s just bury them.”

The words “bury them” echoed in Dexter’s mind, leaving him stunned. The man had said the words so casually like he was suggesting getting rid of some garbage.

Dexter froze at those words.

But the man wasn’t bluffing. A few of his subordinates emerged from behind him, and judging by their determined expressions, they were p about to carry out his order.

genuinely

“You wouldn’t dare!” Dexter, having never faced such humiliation in the past, strained his neck and shouted, “Do you even know who I am? If you lay a hand on me, I’ll make sure you regret it!”

Instead of intimidating the man, Dexter’s outburst only seemed to amuse him further. He chuckled and replied, “Oh? Regret it? What’s yo you come back and haunt me as a ghost?”

Dexter was rendered speechless. His earlier threats were the desperate cries of the powerless. They carried no weight at all.

The man gave a slight wave of his hand, and his subordinates hauled Dexter and Myra to their feet. However, instead of burying them, the subordin were simply clearing the couple out of the way because the couple were blocking the narrow path.

Dexter’s heart sank even further. Thinking they were about to be abandoned in the wild, he thrashed and flailed like a fish out of water but to no avail.

Just as Dexter was lifted off the ground, Myra snapped out of her daze. Mustering her courage, she broke free, lunged at the man giving orders, and struck out with her nails

Five deep, bloody scratches, drawn by her fingernails, appeared on the man’s neck.

The air suddenly fell eerily silent as a deadly air filled the sky

The man touched the scratches on his neck calmly and even smiled. However, the bloodthirsty menace in his presence made everyone around him shudder involuntarily.

“Mr. Glovers!”

One of the subordinates turned pale and kicked Myra to the ground, then dropped to his knees.

“Forgive me, Mr. Glovers! I failed to keep them under control. Please have mercy on me!”

Maurice glanced at the blood on his fingers. He was never known for having a good temper, especially after getting injured by someone like this. Although he gave a murderous glare, he remained smiling and said in a deceptively gentle tone, “Cut off the lady’s hand.”

The moment he gave the command, Myra was pushed to the floor, and her hand was pressed firmly on the ground before her. The same subordinate who went down on his knees earlier quickly pulled out a knife from his belt. Raising it high, he brought it down in one swift motion.

“No!”

Dexter’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he screamed, but he was held down and too powerless to intervene,

At that very moment, a small stone flew out of nowhere, striding the subordinate’s wrist with a sharp crack. The man cried out in pain, and the knife clattered to the ground.