Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

For someone already prone to gambling, the taste of victory only fueled Shawn's addiction further.

However, as time passed, his winning streak dwindled. Each time he lost, he would pound the table in frustration, desperate to win back his losses. Each time he regained a portion of his money, his greed would drive him to want even more. Day after day, the 50 million dollars he had was quickly squandered away. Shawn was utterly blinded by his losses.

"Do you want to turn things around? How about I lend you some money? You know the contract well-just sign here," Lance said, tossing a pen and a tempting stack of cash in front of Shawn.

Of course, Shawn wanted to make a comeback, so he didn't hesitate to sign the contract Lance offered and successfully secured the funds.

It started with one million dollars, then two million dollars. Eventually, it escalated to ten and even 20 million dollars.

Even when the casino staff kicked him out, Shawn was still trapped in his delusions and shouted, "Let me play one more hand! I can definitely turn things around!"

"You can only turn things around after you pay back what you owe," Lance said, puffing on a cigarette as he tossed a stack of contracts onto the table in front of Shawn.

In just under a month, he and Shawn had become chummy. But today, he said, "Who do you think you are, calling me your best friend?"

With that, Lance kicked him hard. "Best friend, my ass!"

Shawn was knocked to the ground, and upon seeing that he owed 30 million, he waved it off dismissively. "So what if it's 30 million? Don't you know me? I've got plenty of money! Do you really think I care about this small amount of money?" "Then show me the money," Lance said, holding out his hand. "Where is it?"

When Shawn patted himself down, he found nothing he had even pawned the expensive watch he had bought for hundreds of thousands.

But he figured that it didn't matter. He had purchased a six-million-dollar villa for Howell and Tabitha.

Just as he was about to boast about his remaining assets, Lance slammed another contract onto the table, shattering his hopes.

"Is this what you're going to harp on

about?

value six-million-dollar villa,

four million, which

already signed over 've

collateral."

Lance grinned wickedly. "My people have already gone to collect the house. Why don't you think of something else you might have?" Shawn's expression changed in an instant.

He finally realized he had been played!

Not only was he broke, but he also owed 30 million dollars in high-interest loans! That was 30 million dollars!

Crawling to Lance's feet, he begged, "Lance, I swear I'll pay you back, but-"

Lance kicked him again before spitting on the ground, "Who are you calling 'Lance'? You think you can just toss around that name?"

"I was wrong, Mr. Thompson! Please, you can't take the villa! Where are we supposed to live if you take it away from me?" he cried.

"Go back to where you came from. What does that have to do with me? You chose to gamble. I was kind enough to lend you money, and now, you want to back out? Besides, can't you ask the Fuller family for money? Theyre the richest in Khogend! They donated a billion dollars to build a bridge recently! They wouldn't even blink an eye for that meager amount.

"You always brag about your connections to the Fuller family, right? That's perfect! Go ask your connections for help!"

"I..." Shawn's face turned a deep

bet

shade of red. He often boasted that the Fuller family was closely related to him, and many believed it.

But he alone knew the truth.

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Frustrated and angry, a thought struck him. What about Felicia?

After all, she had lived with them for 18 years. Wouldn't she feel some obligation to help him rather than cut ties completely?