Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 354

Chapter 354

“Yeah.” Felicia’s expression was serious, leaving no trace of humor in her tone.

Kerry sucked in a sharp breath, her voice shaking. “Ms. Fuller, calm down! Don’t lose your head–impulsiveness is the devil!”

Felicia shot her an annoyed look. “Get back to work. Quit slacking off!“.

Once she managed to chase Kerry out, Felicia turned her focus back to her task. She carefully finished mixing the poisons and stored them in her custom–made capsules. Each capsule was about the size of a marble and easy to carry around.

With these to

she ever ran into trouble, all she had to do was twist one open and toss it. The powder inside would disperse immediately.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough ingredients this time and could only fill seven capsules. That meant she had seven chances to fight back.

Since Maurice’s men kidnapped her, Felicia had been rethinking her strategies. She’d come to realize her methods were way too soft.

Before, she avoided lethal options, crafting powders that only caused temporary effects–like brief paralysis or unbearable pain at the point of contact. It was enough to disable someone without lasting harm. But it left her opponents too much room to recover.

She didn’t stand a chance if she faced a group of enemies. That kidnapping incident had

proven it.

So, she changed her approach. This time, she wasn’t going to hold back. Each of the seven. capsules now carried a lethal poison. Just a tiny bit of that powder would cause immediate death. The victims would bleed from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

This safeguard gave her a sense of security she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Satisfied, Felicia dusted off her hands and meticulously cleaned the workspace, ensuring no speck of poison was left behind. Only then did she leave the storeroom.

Outside, the clinic was running as usual. Eight junior physicians were busy seeing patients while Kerry and a few assistants bustled around running errands.

Felicia exchanged a few quick words with them before heading out. She had plans with Carmen that night for stew–a plan they had made weeks ago when she had just returned to Khogend from Ablil. She’d been too swamped with work to follow through until now.

As Felicia stepped out of the clinic, her phone buzzed with a message from Carmen, sharing the restaurant’s address. According to Carmen, the place served the most authentic stew in town. It was so popular that reservations were always booked solid–she’d had to wait three days to secure a spot.

Felicia chuckled, flagged down a cab, and headed out. But as she got into the car, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her. Glancing back, she saw nothing unusual.

It had to be Maurice’s men. Those four men had been tailing her for days, claiming it was for her protection. They stayed hidden most of the time and only showed themselves in emergencies.

Shrugging off the unease, Felicia settled into the cab, and soon enough, she arrived at the

restaurant.

The aroma hit her as soon as she stepped out–spicy, rich, and mouthwatering. It lingered in the air, spreading down the entire street. The three–story stew joint was packed to the brim, the lively chatter and clinking of cutlery spilling outside.

Carmen was seated by a second–floor window. She spotted Felicia immediately and waved excitedly. “Over here! Hurry up!”

“Got it.”

Felicia walked inside. The same eerie feeling of being watched crept over her as she crossed the threshold. She frowned but didn’t look back this time, pretending not to notice anything. Casually, she made her way upstairs and slid into the seat across from Carmen.