Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 688



teor’s eves twitched, and for a fleeting moment, he wanted to drag Felicia back just to teach her a lesson

So, she had drawn out theit negotiation and finally reached an apement, only to turn around and sell him out?

Thinking it over, it became coat. The Special Operations Unit’s timely arrival could only mean Felicia had tipped them oft. Her so–called negotiations had merely been a ploy to buy time.

“The I’ve underestimated you.” Pete muttered, laughing bitterly. His expression darkened as he slid into the SUV. Once inside, the driver no longer hesitated. He slammed on the gas, and the high–performance vehicle toured to life, surging forward noveldrama

The sudden burst of speed caused everyone in the car to lurch backward At this pace, breaking through the Special Operations Unit’s encirclement wouldn’t be a problem.

The tobed man chaled sharply, momentarily relieved. He took the chance to lash out at Pote, “Hey, are you even capable? You told me this operation would guarantee Felicia’s capture, yer

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Before he could finish, a sharp pop rang out from the front tire, and the vehicle jolted violently. The sudden changa caused the SUV to fishtail wildly on the dirt path.

Fortunes, the driver was experienced and managed to stabilize the car quickly. But before any could bathe a sigh of relief, another pop echoed this time from the rear tire. The robed and Pete exchanged glances. Both of them realized the obvious. It wasn’t accident. All four tires had been shot our deliberately!

“Fuck” dhe delver nursed, gripping the wheel tightly. Even the best car and the most skilled driver couldn’t overcome this. The vehicle’s speed dropped drastically, eventually crawling to a

As the SUV stopped, ruling noises surrounded them. Figures emerged from the undergrowth and behind boulders. They were all from the Special Operations Unit

Michail, the captain of the team, was casually blowing the smoke from the note of his gun. He was the one who fired the four shots earlier, hitting all four tires with pinpoint accuracy even as the vehicle was speeding

Now that the cat was tristalized, Michael solled up to it, his pace unhurried. He glanced at the two figures in the back seat and said, “There’s no way out. So, what’s it going to be? Are you cothing out on your own, or do I have to drag you out myself?”

cobed man’s jaw clenched, his expression constantly changing as the veins on his forehead throbbed visibly

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maintained his related demeanor. It was as though this turn of events had been expected, or perhaps he simply didn’t care.

Before the robed man could speak, Pete cut him off, “Listen, I’ve got a chopper coming in ten minutes. With your skills, holding them off for that long shouldn’t be a problem, right?” “And what about you?” the old man snapped, “You’re just going to sit here and enjoy the show?

“Of course not. Till join the fight. We’ll handle this together. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging.” Pete replied smoothly. He then reached into the vehicle and pulled out two–edged dappers, sing one in the robed man,

The rated man’s expression softened slightly as he caught the dagger, though his tone remained icy. “You’d bettes keep your word.

Without another word, the roled man opened his door and stepped out. Simultaneously, Pete exited from the opposite side, and even the der aimed himself with a knife as he followed

I was Daet apatul 13. The Special Operations Unit team, led by Michael, was composed of highly trained individuals. Among them, Michail was also armed with a gun.

Fete scanned the scese and muttered under his breath, “Michael won’t shoot. He wants the captives Stop heating. Get them!”


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