AliNovel

Font: Big Medium Small
Dark Eye-protection
AliNovel > Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia) > Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 678

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 678

    The sharp mind of metal shing echoed through the air, followed by a dull thud


    stephan stood firm, his tall frame unyielding like <b>a </b>mountain. The edge of his coat fluttered in the beze, giving him an air of aloofness


    Opposite him, the figure who had justunched the attack was sent flying backward. The man stumbled roughly six feet before crashing to the ground. He was now covered in dirt and looked


    slowly, the <b>figure </b>lifted his head. Felicia finally got a clear view of his are


    Gasps from <b>Imogen </b>and Scarlet filled the air, and Felicia’s heart skipped a beat as her pupils contracted slightly. It was Maurice!


    <b>What </b><b>was </b>he doing? What had caused him to lose control like this?


    <b>Felicia </b><b>had </b>always known that there was bad blood between Maurice and Stephan It was said that their families‘ dead stretched back to the previous generation. Though they each ruled their respective territories and generally avoided open conflict, there <b>was </b><b>no </b>shortage of cover hostility.


    But this time, Maurice wasn’t being subtle. He hade openly with <b>a </b><b>de </b>in hand to bill


    <b>Was </b>he out of his mind?


    Before Felicia could make sense of the situation, Maurice was already moving again. He scrambled <b>to </b><b>his </b>deer, ignoring the dirt clinging to his clothes–something unthinkable for <b>a </b>clean freak like him- andunched another attack


    Oddly, his target wasn’t <b>Stephan </b>but Imogen. With bloodshot eyes, he gripped his knife tightly and charged at her


    Imogen treze momentarily, still shaken from the <b>first </b>attack. Though Stephan had pulled her to safety earlier, seeing Mantice rush toward her again made her <b>heart </b>race.


    But <b>this </b><b>time</b>, Imogen steadied herself she didn’t move. She didn’t need to because Stephan <b>moved </b><b>again</b>.


    At the same time, several of Stephan’s men, who had disembarked from the helicopter, rushed forward, forming a protective barrier around Imogen, Felicia<b>, </b><b>and </b>Scarlet


    Stephan’s expression was dark and menacing. <b>With </b>a few swift, calcted moves, he disarmed <b>Maurice</b>, sending the knife flying from his hand. Maurice reacted quickly, using the momentum to throw a panch aimed directly at <b>Stephan’s </b>temple–a blow that would be fatal if itnded.


    “Watch out!” Imogen shouted in rm


    <b>But </b>Stephan’s gaze remained calm, even dismissive. With <b>a </b>subtle sidestep, he avoided the punch effortlessly. In the same motion, he extended his log and delivered <b>a </b>precise, powerful <b>kick </b>to Maurice’s knee.


    Maurice, who had once been mocked for being confined to <b>a </b>wheelchair for years, copsed on one knee with a muffled groan of pain. It was unclear whether the bone was broken or merely fractured, but the damage was severe.


    The fight was over in just a few move


    Stephan’s patience had reached its limit. His voice was cold and sharp, each word cutting like a de as he spoke, “<b>Maurice</b>, do you have a death wish?”


    Despite the history of enmity between their families, Stephan had <b>never </b>considered Maurice worth the effort to kill But now, Maurice had crossed a line.


    <b>To </b>attack Imogen in front of him–and not once but repeatedly–was a lrant provocation.


    Anyone else would have realized the danger and either backed down or begged for mercy, but not Maurice


    He acted <b>as </b>though he hadn’t even heard Stephan’s <b>words</b>. The moment he fell to his knees, he cose again like a machine, his body moving <b>on </b>autopilot charged at her once more.


    “You’re asking for it!” <ol><li>t. His gaze l </li></ol>


    locked an Imogen, and he


    <b>Stephan’s </b><bst </b>shred of patience snapped. With a quick motion, he kicked the life he had disarmed earlier off the ground. The de spun through the air in a <b>gleaming </b>are, <b>heading </b>straight


    for Maurice’s back.


    But Maurice didn’t dodge. His eyes remained fixed on Imogen, unwavering


    It was like nothing mattered to him anymore. He was only focused on reaching Imogen, even if it meant his death. Something wasn’t right. Something was very wrong!
『Add To Library for easy reading』
Popular recommendations
Shadow Slave Beyond the Divorce My Substitute CEO Bride Disregard Fantasy, Acquire Currency The Untouchable Ex-Wife Mirrored Soul