Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

The Lawsons were the most powerful family in Khogend! Their estate was guarded like a fortress. Tall, imposing walls were reinforced with layers of electric fencing, a grand, secure gate, and an army of bodyguards standing vigil at every point. Yet, all these tight defenses were no match for the relentless force of the military Humvees smashing their way through.

The walls crumbled, and the gate split open. The glare of the approaching headlights blinded the rows of vigilant guards. Faced with those monstrous vehicles, their first instinct was to flee. The unlucky ones who couldn't escape fast enough were sent flying by the Humvees' ruthless maneuvers. Their screams filled the night.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

In a matter of moments, half of the Lawson residence lay in ruins. The scene resembled a battlefield ravaged by a storm. The remains of walls and debris scattered everywhere like the aftermath of a raid. Despite the destruction, the Humvees did not stop. From every direction, they barreled forward, unstoppable, tearing through everything in their path. The front gate, the ornamental pond, and finally, even the French windows on the villa's ground floor. They were all destroyed as the Humvees charged directly into the grand hall of the villa.

The chaos was so deafening that it roused Mr. Lawson Senior from his sleep. He was startled awake by the screams and shouts from outside. Just then, a bodyguard burst into his room, panting. "Mr. Lawson Senior, this is bad! There are a bunch of military Humvees outside. At least 20 of them! They have broken through the gates and are storming the villa!"

"Help me up!" Mr. Lawson Senior demanded, his voice clouded with anger. He needed to find out who had the audacity to invade the Lawson residence. They must have a death wish.

After quickly getting dressed, he headed out and was met with a shocking sight. A Humvee was parked right in the middle of the grand hall. His fury spiked, and his heart nearly seized up. How dare they!

"Who are you people? Do you have any idea where you are?" Mr. Lawson Senior shouted from the top of the staircase. His voice was thunderous. Despite his age, his presence commanded respect. It was enough to intimidate most if he weren't facing Stephan. As soon as Mr. Lawson spoke, the door of one of the Humvees swung open, and Stephan stepped out with long strides. With a simple flick of his wrist, the Humvee in the hall revved its engine, speeding straight toward the staircase where Mr. Lawson stood. The bodyguard supporting Mr. Lawson was instantly paralyzed with fear.

Mr. Lawson himself wasn't faring much better. His heart nearly stopped. Just when it seemed inevitable that he would be crushed, the Humvee screeched to a halt-its massive hood stopping just a few inches from him. The gust of cold wind it stirred up sent a chill down his spine, and the flickering headlights glared like the eyes of a beast.

The bodyguard collapsed to the floor, pale as a sheet. It was way too close!

Mr. Lawson brushed off the useless bodyguard and took a few careful steps toward Stephan, who stood like a dark king amid the ruins of the grand hall.

The scene was one of utter devastation, yet Stephan stood with a commanding presence that set him apart from the chaos around him.

Mr. Lawson stopped and said in a severe but cautious tone, "Mr. Russell, our families have no grudges against each other. What's the meaning of this?" Stephan had no patience for his games. "Hand over Felicia."

It turned out he was here for Felicia.

Mr. Lawson's mind raced, a

thousand thoughts flashing through in an instant before settling on one "Felicia is my family's future

daughter-in-law. What businegel

you have with her, Mr. Russell?"

The moment Stephan heard the words "future daughter-in-law," a murderous glint darkened his gaze. The air around him turned ice-cold as he spoke, "Old man, it seems you've grown tired of living

Mr. Lawson tried to buy time, but Stephan was in no mood for delays. With a swift command, he ordered, "Search the place. Now." "Yes, sir!" his subordinates replied.

Stephan's Subordinates who were

highly trained and disciplined,

immediately spread out,

systematically sweeping through the

rooms to find their target.

At that very moment, two figures appeared at the top of the staircase.

Arnold came down first, while Felicia was seen behind him.

Mr. Lawson Senior's eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. After all this time, he had hoped that what needed to happen had already taken place.