Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)
Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 405

Chapter 405

It was a seemingly random question, yet Dexter’s reaction was anything but. He abruptly turned his head and started coughing violently. He couldn’t catch

s breath, and his face turned bright red.

Fortunately, Kayla came back with the glass of water. “Here, take a sip of water to calm down.”

Dexter finished the entire glass before finally catching his breath.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Kayla asked in confusion.

“It’s nothing. Kayla, it’s getting late. Go back to your room and get some rest. Your mother and I are about to go to bed as well.” He grabbed Myra and quickly headed toward their bedroom.

It was the first time Dexter had lost his composure in front of Myra. It was as if something was chasing him. His expression turned panicked, and his steps were unsteady. Upon closer inspection, he was even trembling,

He was afraid. But what was he afraid of?

Kayla frowned. Even the threat of bankruptcy hadn’t scared Dexter this much. Something must have happened while she was away getting water.

Her eyes flickered, and she silently followed them.

Myra was confused by Dexter’s sudden urgency. She whined as he pulled her into the bedroom, “What are you doing? Why are you in such a rush?”

But Dexter wasn’t in the mood for romance. He anxiously asked, “Who told you that?”

“Told me what?” Myra was puzzled.

“The part about me stealing something. Who told you that?” Dexter pressed.

“Did you really steal something? What did you steal?” Myra’s expression shifted. “You didn’t cheat on me, did you?”

Dexter nearly choked again. His wife’s suspicious glare made him sweat even more profusely.” No! Not that! I mean literal objects!”

“Why are you acting like a thief? If you wanted something, couldn’t we just have bought it? Why did you need to steal it?” Myra’s confusion grew.

“Because it couldn’t be bought…” Dexter wore a pained expression as though the situation was too complicated to explain. “It’s a priceless treasure.

“What is it? Just tell me already!” Myra was anxious.

Dexter sighed and explained, “Remember last year when I attended that yacht party? I even hired a new team of bodyguards to go with me for safety reasons. Well, that night… something happened.”

Dexter’s mind drifted back to that fateful evening

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Dexter was invited to a grand yacht party that was attended by all sorts of prominent figures from all over. The event was a hub of activity, with guests socializing and negotiating deals. There were dancers performing as well as young men hired to entertain wealthy women. The place was filled with the sound of glasses clinking, toasts being exchanged, and buzzing conversations.

Dexter himself had been toasted repeatedly, drinking far more than he should have. Feeling dizzy, he left the cabin to get some fresh air and sober up.

As he wandered to the stern, he saw something that sobered him instantly. There was a figure floating in the sea. The person was covered in blood and seemed gravely injured.

Dexter froze before immediately springing into action. He threw a rope down, urging the person to grab it so that he could pull them up.

But the person was too weak. Halfway up, they lost their strength and began to slip. Dexter was about to call for help when the injured person shook their head. Summoning their last bit of energy, they handed Dexter something and begged, “Please deliver this item to the Russell family in Seldvale. You must make sure it reaches Stephan Russell! I’m begging you!”