Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

The moment Felicia introduced herself, Vincent dropped to his knees with an audible thud.

Even Sidney, who had been smirking just moments ago, froze mid-laugh, his expression quickly morphing into one of sheer disbelief.

The daughter of Khogend's wealthiest man?

For someone like her, two million dollars was probably pocket change.

The rest of the process was seamless. Felicia and Vincent signed an investment agreement on the spot. Though he had originally sought one million dollars, she boldly signed for two million.

"Ms. Fuller..." Vincent hesitated, his voice tinged with concern. "This is two million dollars we're talking about. Are you sure? What if our company, Hexagon, doesn't make it? You'd lose everything..."

Felicia raised an eyebrow and replied with a calm smile, "Are you so unsure about your own potential? Because I, for one, have plenty of faith in you."

As part of the agreement, her investment would secure her 80% ownership of the company should it succeed. And if it didn't?

She'd take the loss in stride.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Felicia folded her copy of the contract and gave Vincent a reassuring look. "The money will be transferred within three days. For now, your job is to grow your team-six people won't cut it anymore. Start hiring, find a proper office in a business district, and make sure your new headquarters reflects the confidence of a rising company. First impressions matter."

She gave him a parting smile, waved her contract in farewell, and left without waiting for his reply.

Vincent nodded furiously, his spirits soaring as if he had been given a second chance at life.

Meanwhile, in a secluded garden behind the venue, Arnold paced back and forth, frustration etched across his face.

After circling the area twice without success, he turned to his personal assistant with a sharp glare. "Didn't I tell you to ensure Sidney kept that guy out of the venue? Where is he?"

The assistant, Jeremy Finley, wiped the sweat from his brow nervously. "M-Maybe he has left?"

Arnold's expression darkened further. "Find him!"

Arnold had been keeping tabs on Hexagon, a tiny startup that barely qualified as a company. Their team had developed a mobile game that had piqued his interest.

His plan was simple-prevent them from pitching at the event, then swoop in later to negotiate directly. By doing so, he'd secure the project for a fraction of its value and gain full control. en

But now, the plan had gone awry.

Minutes passed before his assistant returned, his face pale as he stammered, "Mr. Lawson, the Hexagon project has already been picked up." Arnold's brows knitted together. "Who? Which investor?"

"It wasn't one of the investors," the assistant replied cautiously. "It was Felicia. The Fuller family heiress."

Arnold blinked in disbelief. "Felicia? What's she doing playing at investing? Does she even know what she's doing?"

He clenched his jaw, frustrated by the missed opportunity. But after a moment of consideration, he forced himself to shrug it off.

"Let her have it. It's just a tiny project from a no-name company. The Lawson family doesn't need some second-rate game developer anyway." Turning on his heel, Arnold left with Jeremy trailing behind.

Outside the venue, Sebastian had finished his conversations and scanned the crowd for Felicia. When she finally appeared, he sighed in relief. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," he said, walking over.

"I realized forgot my jacket," Felicia lied smoothly, brushing off his concern. "Went back to grab it. What about you? You don't look so good. Something wrong?"

Sebastian hesitated, debating whether to tell her. Ultimately, he decided she needed to know.

"I just got a call," he said grimly. "Ruben was found dead. Mina reported it to the police. They're retrieving his body from the water now."