Return of the Crowned Heiress

ed toward Felicia.

Felicia’s leg injury hadn’t fully healed yet, and using her combat skills against this group of inexperienced. opponents seemed like overkill.

Hitting them would only worsen the strain on her injured calf. Feeling a bit generous, she decided to give each of them a couple of silver needles for some acupuncture treatment.

The result was oddly symmetrical, even satisfying to those with OCD.

At that moment, Melvin’s eyes widened in shock. The first two needles that had just pricked him could be seen as a fluke, but the next four also drew no blood This demonstrated a skill that only someone with real talent could possess.

He swallowed hard and instinctively stepped back. He had ordered Lance to kidnap Felicia, but now she was unharmed while Lance’s crew hadn’t contacted him since.

He wondered if Felicia had silenced them.

The thought sent a chill down his spine. He yelled, “What did you do to me, you witch? Get these needles out of me now.”

The pain was intense, and he feared his hand might be permanently damaged.

Felicia smirked. “Oh, you’re scared now? Maybe when you admit your mistake, I’ll help you out.”

With that, she walked past them, heading straight ahead. Melvin wanted to stop her, but the pain in his hand held him back as he watched her walk away.

“Damn, this country bumpkin is tougher than I thought,” he muttered.

“What should we do, Mr. Chavez? Is your hand going to be okay? Should we go to the medical center? His two lackeys were sweating, both anxious and afraid.

Frustrated, Melvin snapped and said, “Let’s go to the medical center.”

Coincidentally, his father had been suffering from headaches lately. He had planned to invite Clive from Harmony Medical Center to visit for a consultation, but for some unknown reason, Clive hadn’t been responding and completely ignored him.

Taking this opportunity, he decided to go to Harmony Medical Center to get the needles removed, and then he could finally get Clive to visit his father.

Maybe his father would be pleased with his thoughtfulness and surprise him with a new car.

“Let’s go.”

At that moment, Hubert Chavez, Melvin’s father, had personally come to the Harmony Medical Center. He was there to find Clive, as he had sent several requests to him that had all gone unanswered.

Reluctantly, Hubert had to visit the medical center himself. However, when he finally met Clive, he simply sipped his tea and replied coldly. “I’m not going to give you any consultations.”

Hubert was taken aback and asked, “Mr. Walsh Senior, have I offended you in some way? Is it the consultation fee? Why won’t you treat me?”

Clive didn’t even bother to glance up. He sneered as he said, “You should ask your son.”

Hubert finally realized the problem. He knew exactly what kind of trouble his son caused daily.

He quickly added, “Mr. Walsh Senior, if that rascal did something wrong, I apologize on his behalf. I’ll definitely give him a good talking–to later.”

Clive scoffed, remaining unmoved.

At that moment, Clive’s assistant, Damon Grant, who stood behind him, seized the moment to speak up. Mr. Chavez, you might not know this. But your son kidnapped Mr. Walsh Senior’s granddaughter, Felicia Fuller, a few days ago. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Fuller ended up getting shot. If it weren’t for her good fortune, who knows what might have happened

Damon smiled and gestured to indicate that Hubert should go. “So, Mr. Chavez, I think you should take your leave.”

Hubert took a deep breath, realizing the extent of Melvin’s misdeeds. He had raised one disgraceful child. At that moment, Melvin swaggered into Harmony Medical Center, flanked by his two lackeys. As soon as he stepped inside, he started shouting for Clive to treat him.

His voice echoed all the way to the second floor.

No one responded the first time he shouted, and just as he was about to yell again, he saw his father coming out of Clive’s office.

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

Melvin was surprised, oblivious to the dark expression on Hubert’s face. He raised his hand, showing off

the two needles embedded in it.

He continued, “Dad, look at my hand. It hurts so much. I don’t even know how that country bumpkin did/ this. Once I get these needles out, I’ll make her pay.”