Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

As the chaos subsided, Caesar's grim, steady voice cut through the commotion, "This is indeed a venomous creature. It's a twin venomous creature!" Caesar's voice carried through the tense air.

"With these venomous creatures, one host feels pain, but the other feels it doubled. And if one host dies, the other doesn't just die-they die in excruciating agony!" The room erupted in chaos.

Kelsey's voice cracked with urgency. "Is there a way to fix this? Caesar, think of something! Get that damned thing out of him!"novelbin

Caesar hesitated, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. "There's a method to remove it... If we extract the primary venomous creature, the bond will break, and Mr. Glovers will be fine. But..." "But what?" Kelsey demanded, her voice sharp with desperation.

"But these venomous creatures have been altered. If we forcefully remove them, it'll kill him instantly."

The air turned icy.

Kelsey staggered, her face pale as the realization hit her. "Is there nothing we can do?"

She gasped, clutching her chest as the weight of the situation overwhelmed her. "I've already lost my son... If I lose my grandson too... the Glovers family will be finished!"

Her breaths grew shallow, and before anyone could stop her, she collapsed. The maids scrambled to catch her.

Maurice waved a hand, his expression unreadable. "Take her back to her room. Caesar, go with her and make sure she's fine."

Caesar nodded quickly, more than happy to escape the tense scene.

As the chaos settled, one of Glovers' loyal men slapped his thigh as if struck by a sudden thought.

"Mr. Glovers, if this venomous creature is as dangerous as they say, we can't throw Felicia into the crocodile pool! If anything happens to her, it'll come back on you-worse!" The logic was undeniable. If Felicia suffered, Maurice's pain would double. If she died...

The men didn't even want to think about what would happen.

But Maurice was unmoved. His lips curled into a chilling smile. "Let's see for ourselves."

His tone held no concern-just cold amusement. Maybe he doubted the venomous creature's power, or maybe his curiosity about Felicia outweighed everything else. He was

taking a gamble.

He signaled for his guards to push his wheelchair toward the crocodile pool, his dark gaze sharp with anticipation.

Before leaving, he pointed to a seemingly unremarkable maid lingering in the corner. His smile deepened. "You wanted to see her being punished, didn't you? Come forth."

The maid froze. It was Abbie. Her heart raced, not with fear but with a mix of satisfaction and twisted excitement.

Not long ago, she'd been the one thrown into that pool. She barely escaped with her life-and at the cost of her face. Now, Felicia was about to face the same fate. No, worse. Abbie didn't hesitate to follow. She wanted to see it happen.

The pool wasn't far. It was hidden behind the sprawling estate.

By the time Maurice and his entourage arrived, Felicia had already been thrown in.

Her body hit the water with a splash, the noise echoing through the humid air. Felicia surfaced, gasping for breath. The murky water soaked her from head to toe.

She quickly scanned the scene, her

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sharp eyes catching sight of the crocodiles sunning themselves along the edges of the pit. They were huge saltwater crocodiles, fast and deadly, with jaws strong enough to crush bone.

As the water rippled ominously, Felicia knew there were more hidden beneath the surface, their movements barely perceptible in the muddy depths. Her scalp prickled with fear.

"Maurice, you lunatic," she thought.

He wasn't bluffing. He had really

thrown her in, knowing full well what

could happen to himself. She

realized with a sinking feeling that he wasn't just ruthless. He was betting everything, even his own life, for this twisted spectacle.

It wasn't just about punishing her. It was a power play.

Felicia clenched her fists, her heart pounding. She had underestimated just how unhinged Maurice really was.