Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 337

The atmosphere grew tense, the air thick with silence.

Then, Maurice broke into laughter. The sharp glint in his brown eyes betrayed a flicker of amusement.

For a moment, Abbie felt relief wash over her—had she guessed correctly?

But before she could fully exhale, Maurice's laughter ceased abruptly, replaced by a slow, deliberate response. "You guessed wrong."

His words were as calm as they were decisive.

Two men stepped forward, each grabbing one of Abbie's arms. Dragged toward the estate gates, her face paled in disbelief. Was she wrong? Was Maurice really not planning revenge on Felicia? That didn't make sense!

"Mr. Glovers!" she shouted desperately, struggling against their grip. "Are you seriously going to let Felicia go after what she did to you?"

Her words hung in the air unanswered.

The heavy gates creaked open, and without another word, the men tossed her onto the dirt road outside.

Not far away, behind the cover of some trees, a car sat idling. Inside, two paparazzi, who had been camping out for days in hopes of catching a juicy story involving the infamous Glovers family, perked up at the sudden movement.

One of them exclaimed, "Finally! Something's happening!"

"Wait, is that just a maid?" the other asked, puzzled.

"Who cares? Maybe she knows something. Let's talk to her and see if we can get a lead."

Excitedly, the two paparazzi approached Abbie.