Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 113

Felicia had no background to connect with such powerful figures, let alone seek their protection.

Matthew ordered, "Search elsewhere. You have another half hour to find her!"

"Yes, Mr. Lawson Senior!"

With that order, the bodyguards hurried off to continue the search.

...

In the pitch-black room, Felicia felt a sudden whirl of motion. Her body lifted off the ground, and in the next moment, she was thrown heavily onto a large bed.

A strong, heated body pressed down on her, arms locking around her like iron, pinning her in place.

Felicia raised her foot, ready to deliver a fierce kick aimed at her assailant's most sensitive areas.

"Damn it! Go to hell!" Felicia thought to herself.

But the man effortlessly caught her ankle just as she aimed to kick.

It seemed he had reached his limit. He let out a low groan, his hot hands tightening around her waist as his voice came out in a raspy tone, "Help me, and I'll repay you."

It was then that Felicia realized—this man must have been drugged!

"I'll help you! I can get rid of the effects of the drug. Just wait a moment!"

Felicia scrambled to find the silver needle she always carried, only to remember that her phone and needle case had been left behind when she was forced into the gown earlier.

Was this what it meant to stumble in the dark?

Desperate to salvage the situation, she was enveloped by the intoxicating scent of fresh grass, mixed with the man's heat, as his kisses rained down on her.

When she caught a whiff of that strange, familiar herbal aroma, she froze. Why did it feel so familiar?

She realized it was the same scent from the scar ointment she had given to Stephan a few days ago.

But as her remaining rationality was steadily worn away, all that was left was the thunderous beating of her heart.