Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 359

Chapter 359

Kelsey’s old, raspy voice carried an unrelenting resolve, teetering on the edge of madness.

The maid felt a chill in her heart. She was convinced Kelsey had gone insane.

Regardless of how Maurice had clawed his way to the top, he was now the head of the Glovers. That fact was set in stone. If Kelsey continued to recklessly plot against her last remaining grandson, it would spell doom for the family. Once Maurice was gone, the vast Glover residence would be devoured by outsiders in an instant.

What then? Could a frail, elderly Kelsey possibly hold the family together on her own?

The loyal maid hesitated before speaking, but eventually, she couldn’t hold back. “Mrs. Glovers Senior, Mr. Glovers still respects you. Besides, he bears the Glovers name as well.”

Having the Glovers family in Maurice’s hands was still better than letting the family fall into the hands of strangers.

Regardless of how much a grandmother and grandson despised one another, there remained -harmony on the surface. Kelsey was still addressed respectfully as “Mrs. Glovers Senior“. But

if things got out of control, would Maurice, given his reputation for aggression, still spare her?

The maid had been by Kelsey’s side for over 40 years, going through countless obstacles together. She wasn’t just a confidante but the closest and most trusted person to her. Every word she spoke was for Kelsey’s sake.

Yet Kelsey let out a cold laugh that was dismissive and scornful. “He’s just a bastard child. Do I need his respect? If I’d known he’d turn out like this, I would’ve strangled him at birth!”

“Mrs. Glovers Senior-”

“That’s enough! Don’t say another word!” Her expression was filled with murderous intent.” Those 17 failures have died. Good riddance to them. Go hire another batch of assassins, but this time, no brawlers. I want people who use guns. Tell them that as long as the job is done, money will not be an issue.”

“I understand…”

The maid sighed. Then, she turned and left to make the arrangements.

With the Glovers family’s vast influence and wealth, finding assassins was not a challenge at

all.

Moreover, Kelsey had been a formidable figure in her youth, and she still maintained a critical network of connections that even Maurice, as the current head, didn’t possess.

It didn’t take half a day before she received a response.

A candidate had been chosen.

This time, it was an assassin known as “Baldy” He ranked among the top three assassins on the underground leaderboard. Baldy’s record included several high–profile assassinations, and he had never failed.

“Excellent, excellent!” Kelsey laughed triumphantly, her confidence soaring. “Send him the target’s information. Tell him to be sharp. He can take his time, but the strike must be fatal! I

won’t tolerate another blunder like the last one!

For the next two days, Felicia didn’t leave the house.

Reflecting on the recent incident, she diligently worked on a few improved and enhanced versions of her poison pellets.

Unlike the earlier version, which relied on being thrown into the wind, these new pellets were designed to be hurled onto the ground.

When they hit the ground or an obstacle, they would explode, releasing a cloud of poisonous. powder that spread out instantly, like fireworks.

One could never have too many life–saving tools.

After finishing her preparations, Felicia went online to check the news. It had been three days since the attack, and it had been quiet at Khogend. There were no reports related to the

incident.

It seemed Maurice’s four trusted subordinates had already taken care of the

17 bodies.

Those assassins were fugitives who made a living doing dirty work. Their identities weren’t traceable to the public. Likewise, their disappearance left no trail.

Felicia turned off her computer. She was deep in her thoughts.

With this first failed assassination, would there be a second attempt?

Considering the night’s events, it didn’t seem likely that Maurice was behind the attack. As reckless as he was, he wouldn’t risk the lives of his own trusted men.

The fight that night was not an act. They had been going all out, fighting for their lives.