Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 240

When the dice settled and the dealer revealed the numbers—triple sixes—it was exactly as Felicia had guessed—high!

She kept walking, her eyes scanning the tables. Just as one spot opened up at a nearby craps table, she made her way over, ready to join in. But as she turned, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry…" Felicia apologized reflexively, but when she looked up, her face immediately stiffened. Arnold stood in front of her, his expression dark as a thundercloud.

Arnold frowned, his gaze sharp. He had spotted her from a distance and thought she looked familiar, but he wasn't sure. Now that they were up close, there was no mistaking it.

"This isn't a place you should be," Arnold said sharply, his voice laced with authority.

Felicia's mood soured instantly. She wasn't in the mood for his lectures. "It's none of your business," she snapped, brushing past him.

Before she could take another step, Arnold grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "You're leaving—now."

His tone brooked no argument as he tried to pull her away from the table. Felicia stumbled, struggling to keep her balance under the sheer force of his grip.

That was the last straw. Fury bubbled to the surface as she twisted in his grasp. Leaning in, she bit down hard on his hand.

Arnold hissed in pain, jerking his hand back to examine the damage. Deep, crimson teeth marks marred his wrist, the edges already beginning to swell.

His expression darkened further as he glared at her. "Felicia, don't push it!"

"I'm not the one out of line here—it's you," she shot back, her eyes blazing. "What I do and where I go is none of your concern. Maybe you should stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"

The intensity in her gaze made it clear she wasn't backing down. If looks could kill, Stephan was sure he'd be a pile of ashes by now.