Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 311

The Bamboo Court was located on the eastern side of the estate, the most elegant section of the property. The courtyard housed several suites, all meticulously cleaned and beautifully maintained.

"Ms. Fuller, this is your room. Rest well. I'll arrange for some maids to take care of you. If you need anything, just let them know."

"Got it," Felicia replied, yawning as if she were too tired to care. She stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and flopped onto the soft, spacious bed. With a quick kick, her shoes flew off, and she buried herself under the comforter like she was ready to sleep the night away.

However, under the blanket, her eyes snapped open, wide awake and sharp.

Maurice was a deranged control freak. That psycho had hidden cameras in the room.

The moment Felicia entered the suite, she felt the unnerving sensation of being watched. Pretending to yawn, she quickly scanned the room. The décor was almost flawless, but one painting on the wall stood out—it didn't match the room's style, and it was clearly a recent addition.

It was obvious the frame had been mounted just recently to conceal the hidden pinhole camera behind it.

She had no doubt Maurice was watching her right now, scrutinizing her every move.

Dealing with him was like walking a tightrope over a pit of sharks. As long as she was useful, Maurice wouldn't make a move. But the moment her value ran out—or if she defied him—there was no chance he'd let her go alive.

With a sigh, Felicia tossed the blanket off her head, rolled onto her side, and closed her eyes.

…

Elsewhere, Maurice stared at the screen displaying the live feed from the hidden camera. Listening to the sound of Felicia's steady breathing, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "She's got guts. Sleeping so soundly in this situation."

A nearby subordinate reported, "We've been monitoring her closely, Mr. Glovers. Ms. Fuller has been quiet, with no unusual behavior. Even earlier, when she was brewing the medicine, she didn't interfere with anything."

"Keep watching," Maurice instructed. He glanced at the screen one more time before shutting it off. "Send a few maids to look after her."

After a pause, he asked, "Right, What about Abbie?"