Chapter 303
Kayla quickly stepped in front of Myra, blocking her view. She tugged on her mom’s arm with a cheerful smile. “Mom, look at those flowers over there! They’re gorgeous. Let’s go take a picture!”
“But there seems to be something going on over there-
“Oh, it’s just a crowd of people fighting over their rides. What’s there to see? Come on, let’s check out the flowers. I’ll take some nice pictures of you!”
“You always know how to make me feel better.” Myra sighed, shaking her head with a small smile.
Her mood had been terrible ever since Felicia said those sharp words up on the mountain. But now, looking at her sweet and considerate daughter, her heart softened.
The two of them turned and walked toward the flowerbed.
Kayla glanced back once, catching sight of the car speeding away until it disappeared from view. A smug smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Felicia sat with her hands tied behind her back in the car, staying silent. She knew better than to speak since the two men flanking her were ready to shove a filthy rag into her mouth at the
first sound.
She was already caught.
At this point, shouting for help or begging would be pointless.
Her only question now was who was behind this abduction.
It definitely wasn’t Kayla. If Kayla had orchestrated this, her hatred would’ve meant Felicia would already be lying however, were only interested in capturing her.
in a pool of blood. These people
That realization comforted Felicia. She stopped resisting and leaned back in her seat, adjusting for a more comfortable position.
To an outsider, it would’ve looked like she was the one in charge, with the two burly men beside her acting as bodyguards instead of kidnappers.
Her nonchalant attitude baffled the two men, who exchanged a look, their lips twitching in
disbelief.
The car sped along, eventually arriving at the airport.
Felicia’s eyebrows shot up. Were they taking her out of Khogend?
Before she could process the situation, the men shoved her toward a private jet.
Their rough handling caused her to stumble and fall, but luckily, the plush carpet cushioned the impact. It didn’t hurt much, though it did sting her pride.
Grumbling under her breath, Felicia struggled to get up, only to notice a wheelchair roll into view.
She looked up and saw a strikingly handsome young man seated in a wheelchair. His skin was pale, almost unnaturally, glowing under the cabin’s bright lights like polished porcelain- flawless and cold.
His amber–colored eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, with a faint smirk playing on his lips. The kind of smirk that wasn’t warm but sharp–edged, playful in a way that screamed danger. It was chillingly playful.
Felicia quickly noticed that his smile was purely for show. His eyes betrayed him, revealing a sharp, scheming nature and a twisted sense of amusement at the situation. The kind of look hinted they were calculating countless ways to make someone miserable.
Felicia thought inwardly, “This guy’s a complete psycho.”
She then instinctively shuffled back a little, narrowing her eyes. “Why did you have me kidnapped?”
Maurice leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them. He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he raised a brow and asked, “Are you not scared of me?”
Felicia remained silent.
He seemed excited when he asked Felicia that question.
Her eyelid twitched. Then, she stood up from the floor, towering over him as she looked down. “Scared of what? You jumping up to knee me in the shins?”
Maurice blinked, momentarily stunned.
Behind him, his men glared daggers at Felicia, their faces filled with disbelief. They thought,” This woman doesn’t know when to shut up. How dare she talk to Mr. Glovers like that?”
