Chapter 328
Maurice let out a cold, humorless laugh, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
Caesar stood frozen, not daring to utter a single word. He feared that any sound might draw Maurice’s ire and make him the scapegoat for Maurice’s growing rage.
If Maurice had never experienced the joy of standing again, perhaps this wouldn’t have stung as much. But to taste that fleeting freedom–only to have it ripped away–was cruelty almost worse than death.
Especially for a man like Maurice, whose obsession with curing his legs had consumed him for years. Now, all hope was gone, His fury surged like a wildfire.
“Felicia!” He spat her name through gritted teeth, every syllable dripping with venom. The murderous intent in his voice was palpable.
“Do you think you can make a fool of me? You’re courting death!”
At his command, a group of men lunged toward Felicia, ready to subdue her like a dangerous. criminal.
But before they could lay a hand on her, Felicia moved. She executed a flawless over–the- shoulder throw in a blur of motion, sending them crashing to the ground.
Painful groans filled the air as they scrambled to recover, their pride and bodies equally bruised.
Felicia stood tall, dusting off her hands with an air of nonchalance. She smirked. “Mr. Glovers, you played me first. Do you want to talk about fairness? I’m just returning the favor.”
For a moment, Maurice was stunned. In his eyes, Felicia had always been nothing more than a slightly cocky, overly confident young woman with some medical skills. She was a useful pawn at best. But now, he realized he had underestimated her. She wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
Still, it didn’t matter. No matter how clever or skilled she was, she was trapped in his den, surrounded by his men.
Maurice’s lip curled in a sneer. “Take her down!”
The men hesitated briefly but quickly moved in, determined to follow orders.
Felicia fought–valiantly, taking down a few more men with quick, precise strikes. But she was outnumbered, and after a few rounds, they finally pinned her down, holding her arms in an iron grip.
Maurice wheeled himself closer, his expression a chilling blend of fury and satisfaction. Grabbing her chin roughly, he forced her to look up at him.
“You’ve got one last chance,” he hissed. “Fix my legs, or I’ll make you regret ever being born.”
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Felicia didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his gaze with a defiant smile.
She said lightly, “You know, if you had asked nicely, maybe I would’ve let this slide. But I don’t take kindly to threats.”
Maurice’s patience snapped.
“So, you’re choosing the hard way, it seems.” His voice was deadly calm, but his eyes betrayed his intent to kill. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
“Throw Her into the crocodile pool. Let’s see if a little ‘swim‘ changes her attitude.”
When the crocodile pool was mentioned, the men stiffened but quickly obeyed. They grabbed Felicia by her shoulders and began dragging her toward the exit.
From her spot nearby, Kelsey, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally spoke.
“Be careful with her hands,” she said, her voice calm and maternal. “We still need them intact.
The men nodded, understanding the unspoken implication. No matter how much Felicia suffered, her hands had to be preserved–for now.
In the background, one person couldn’t contain her glee. Abbie, her scarred face hidden behind a curtain of hair, watched the scene unfold with a twisted smile. She had been waiting for Felicia to get what she deserved..
Thrown into a pool of crocodiles? Even if Felicia survived, she’d still be unrecognizable with her pride and beauty stripped away.
The poetic justice made Abbie’s heart race with exhilaration.
As Felicia was dragged toward her doom, she attempted a small struggle, which earned a sharp slap across her face from one of the guards.
“Behave yourself!”
The slap was loud and resounding, leaving a red mark on her cheek. But oddly, the sound seemed to echo in Maurice’s ears as if it had landed on him instead.
