Return of the Crowned Heiress

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Chapter 167

Lucas was shoved with a force that sent his small body tumbling onto a pile of dirt and weeds. Luckily, the

cushion of dirt softened his fall, so he wasn't hurt.

First, he lifted his head and shouted in shock, "Felicia!"

But down that slippery slope, there was no trace of Felicia's figure.

"Hahaha!"

Shawn burst into wild laughter, clutching a small shard of porcelain he had dug out of the ground. Blood smeared

the shard a trace left from when he had slashed Felicia earlier as she protected Lucas. Fate was truly on his side!

It was the perfect timing, the perfect place, and the perfect setup!

Felicia hadn't noticed the slope beside her that led down to a cliff and waterfall. Her attention had been on

Lucas, and Shawn had taken advantage of the last ounce of his strength for a desperate final strike!

If he failed this time, he would accept it. But it was clear that fate was smiling on him now!

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Felicia had fallen off the cliff below, and there was no chance of survival!

Shawn's laughter was maniacal. Lucas sat on the ground in shock, his small face filled with terror. Shawn's

piercing gaze froze him in place as he instinctively tried to run.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Shawn sneered, grabbing Lucas's arm. He grinned maliciously as he said, "You're going down there too!"

Just as he was about to toss Lucas over the edge, someone moved faster. A hand caught Lucas, and with one

powerful kick, Shawn was sent flying several meters, coughing up blood before his head smacked hard against a

rock, rendering him unconscious. It was Stephan who had heard the commotion and returned just in time.

Lucas began to cry, pointing toward the slope and the cliff. "Felicia! She fell-she fell there!"

Stephan set Lucas aside and immediately looked down the steep slope.

Felicia had fallen?

The aura around him becchilling. His usually calm, dark eyes were now laced with red.

The waterfall's rushing sound was deafening, and the mist was like a cold drizzle that seemed to pierce one's

heart.

In the dim moonlight, he looked at the cliff below.

There, against the cliff's edge, a pair

of delicate hands clung to a vine that

had grown between the cracksa). P

the stone, steadying her enough to stop a free fall.

Hearing the commotion above, Felicia looked up and grinned. "Hey, Mr. Russell, mind givinga hand?"

In the moonlight, her carefree smile held a hint of pride.

Fortunately, she had reacted quickly enough to grab onto the vine as she fell. If not, she would probably be

swept away by the rushing water below or, worse, severely injured. en

Seeing Stephan now, Felicia felt reassured.

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After all... He wouldn't just leave her here, would he?

He didn't. He extended his hand to her, the tight tension and worry fading from him as soon as he saw she was

safe.

"Thanks!"

She clutched the vine with one hand and his outstretched hand with the other.

Her feet kept slipping, and she struggled to find her footing. She would need a little more help and a solid spot to

push off from toclimb

back up.

As Stephan pulled her up little by little, he suddenly spoke. "Felicia, did you happen to borrow my jacket the

other day?"

Felicia froze mid-climb, nearly slipping out an answer that would have given everything away.

Her mind immediately flashed back to that night.

It was the night she had been forced into an engagement with Arnold.

It was a reckless, dizzying night.

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