Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Arnold felt a wave of humiliation, his face burning with anger as he realized yet again he had been made a fool. His frustration surged, and he could barely contain it. But remembering that Matthew had little time left and that his final wish was for him to marry Felicia, he suppressed his fury and reluctantly followed Felicia's direction. The students on the bus exchanged confused looks. "What's going on here?"

"Isn't Arnold supposed to be with Kayla? Even if Kayla hadn't shown up, why was he getting so close to Felicia?"

One student clucked their tongue and shook their head. "I don't understand. Affairs of rich families are too complicated."

Arnold and Felicia's engagement had been the talk of the town, with their engagement party grand enough to capture everyone's attention. But then, Arnold ran away from the engagement party to be with Kayla, and the news sent shockwaves through the entire city. No one blamed Kayla. After all, Felicia had appeared out of nowhere as the true daughter of the Fuller family and stolen the affections of Kayla's fiancé, even driving Kayla to attempt suicide.

So, when Arnold abandoned the engagement party for Kayla and stayed by her side in the hospital, people thought it was romantic.

But now, in front of everyone, Felicia was once again getting close to Arnold.

Most of the students on the bus sided with Kayla, and their anger flared. "Felicia still hasn't given up? She's taking advantage of Kayla's absence and trying to worm her way back in. How shameless!" "Gosh! I really hate people like that!"

The woman who had tipped off Kayla earlier looked at her phone with a smug grin. "Don't worry, Kayla is already on her way here. Before she arrives, we need to make sure we keep an eye on Mr. Lawson and not let Felicia take advantage of the situation." "Agreed!"

The women dropped their bags and rushed after Felicia and Arnold.

On the bus, some students murmured, "What does Felicia have to do with this? Anyone with eyes can see it's Arnold following her and not the other way around."

The path they were walking on

wasn't smooth-it wasn't the kind of neat stone path found in parks but. rather a rugged road made from, building materials. It was durable enough to endure the elements. It was not slippery or easily overtaken by weeds. But it was hard on the feet.

At first, Arnold, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, could keep up with Felicia's pace. But soon, he struggled. His

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custom-made leather shoes began to crease, and the soles were already badly worn.

When his trousers got muddy, his expression darkened further.

He was starting to regret coming to such a place.

Meanwhile, Felicia's steps remained light, composed, and unaffected. Her demeanor was as serene as ever.

Arnold ground his teeth and walked faster to catch up. He grumbled irritably, "What kind of path is this? It's getting more and more isolated, and the sky is almost dark!" Felicia remained silent.

She could tell the hardship was getting to him. At no point had she said she was leading the way. It was Arnold who had decided to follow her!

Seeing that Felicia wasn't acknowledging him, Arnold couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her wrist, intending to drag her back.

His posture suggested he considered her his property.

Felicia's expression darkened. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened painfully. Her temper flared, and with a swift motion, she kicked him hard from behind. She had aimed for his crotch.

The blow was effective. Arnold's

face turned pale, and he bent over in

pain, finally releasing her wrist. His face twisted as he gritted his teeth and barely squeezed out the words, "Felicia, you're ruthless!"

It served him right.

Felicia glanced at her wrist which was now red from his tight grip. After delivering her blow, she gave him a faint smile.