Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Maurice gave a slight grunt of acknowledgment.

He didn't think Felicia would have the guts to pull anything while treating him-unless she had a death wish. However, to be on the safe side, Caesar reviewed every prescription she provided. He had also observed every acupuncture session from a discreet distance,

posing as a butler.

For four consecutive days, Felicia had been compliant, never showing the slightest hint of ulterior motives.

Maurice casually picked up a nearby tablet. The device displayed not only the live feed from Felicia's room but also the activity on the laptop she had just been given. Maurice could monitor it all in real time, no matter who she contacted or what she did online.

Not long after, the laptop powered on.

His attention sharpened before he broke into a smug smile. It was the look of someone excited at discovering leverage over his prey.

He was wondering who Felicia would first contact using the computer. Would it be Stephan?

Maurice watched the screen intently, his sharp eyes narrowing. On the tablet before him, he saw Felicia lounging on the bed, engrossed in what looked like... a card game. He raised an eyebrow. From the tablet, the unmistakable sounds of a game app echoed in the room.

"Bet! Fold. All in! Raise!"

Maurice's lips curled in disbelief.

He couldn't believe it and switched to the surveillance feed, only to see Felicia sprawled out on the bed, completely engrossed in her laptop, playing a card game.

When one of her teammates made a

bad move, she angrily yelled at the screen Are you serious? We're on the same team, and you're sabotaging me? Do you ever know how to play this game?"

Maurice's face darkened instantly.

"There's no way she asked for a laptop just to play poker," he muttered, tossing the tablet to his men. "Keep an eye on her. I refuse to believe she's wasting my time on a game." "Yes, Mr. Glovers," his subordinate replied with a nervous salute, gripping the tablet tightly.

The hours ticked by, yet Felicia

remained glued to the poker app.

The laptop went with her even when she got up to use the bathroom. Naturally, the suite's bathroom was the only area not covered by surveillance-Maurice might have been a control freak, but even he had limits.

From the bathroom, muffled game notifications carried through. "Flush! Straight! Full house!"

Inside, Felicia sat on the toilet with the laptop propped up in front of her. While the game ran in the background, she typed furiously on the keyboard.

Within minutes, she executed several programs, forcing the laptop's connection to break free from Maurice's network for a few precious moments. The first person she contacted was Carmen.

Felicia had gone to such great

lengths, using the game as a cover,

because she knew Maurice was

watching. If she reached out to anyone openly, there was no doubt

he'd use them as leverage against

her

But she also couldn't stay silent. She couldn't let Carmen, her only friend, spiral into reckless decisions out of worry for her. She made the call.novelbin

Hearing Carmen's voice was much more reassuring than a text could ever be.

On the other end, when Carmen saw the incoming call with an untraceable number, her heart raced. Without a moment's hesitation, she swiped to answer.