Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia looked around and noted that the door was unlike the others in the hotel. It was adorned with intricate ancient patterns radiating a mysterious and dangerous air.

It felt oddly familiar. She wondered where she had seen that before.

As she struggled to recall, a cold laugh sounded behind her. The area was dark, and the sudden. rush of cold air on her neck startled her.

Felicia shuddered and instinctively swung her first. “Bang!”

A grunt of pain followed as she focused, only to notice that she’d struck Arnold.

Oh, so that was nothing. She retracted her fist without a hint of remorse.

Arnold clutched his nose, and his eyes blazed with anger. This was the second time she’d punched him after all–once at the Lawson residence’s gate as a lesson learned and now again.

“Felicia! I can always give you a beating even if you’re a woman!” he growled.

“Ha! But can you actually do so?” Felicia retorted with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes

The last time he had claimed to give her a beating, he had tried to do so, only to end up getting thrashed.

“You…” Arnold was rendered speechless.

His gaze landed on the door of the presidential suite behind her. He sneered, “Here to meet your sugar daddy again? He gave you that one–million–dollar check, didn’t he?”

It wasn’t a question. It sounded more like he was stating a fact.

To Arnold, Felicia’s presence at the hotel could only mean one thing–she was here for some illicit purpose.

“How despicable!” He spat out the words with disdain. He turned to leave as if looking at her any longer would disgrace him.

Felicia didn’t provoke him but ended up getting Insulted instead. She wasn’t going to let it slide.

She quickly caught up to him, grabbed his arm, and threw his words back at him, “Mr. Lawson, so you’re saying that me being at the hotel makes me despicable. What about you? Are you despicable too?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Arnold retorted, “You think I’m like you? I’m here for business, and I’m meeting a partner.”

Felicia couldn’t help but laugh. When she was at a hotel, it was to meet a sugar daddy and it was disgraceful.

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When Arnold was at a hotel, it was for a business meeting instead. It seemed clean and respectable. Such a perfect example of double standards.

Felicia’s eyes flashed with a plan, and she started dragging Arnold toward the opposite presidential suite.

Arnold frowned and shouted, “Felicia! What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer He kept a firm grip on his suit as she shoved him toward the suite’s door.

His expression shifted, and a look of disbelief crossed his face. Before he knew it, they were at the door of the suite.

“Felicia, do you even know what you’re doing? Have you no shame?” he gritted his teeth.

Felicia shoved him in. “Get in there!”

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As he stumbled into room, a strong nauseating odor hit him. It smelled like rotten eyes or maybe a tear gas bomb.

He noticed a group of people inside led by Clive, whom he immediately recognized. Behind Clive were several other physicians all from Harmony Medical Center.

Clive heard the commotion outside and called out without turning around. “Licia, I’ve drawn all ten fingers. Take his pulse again and see if the symptoms are gone.”

Arnold froze. Was Felicia here to assist Clive with a medical case?

Felicia held her breath and stepped forward to check the patient’s pulse. She nodded after confirming that the pulse was stable and the symptoms had vanished.

“All good, everything’s fine now.”