Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Mina collapsed onto the floor, her face as pale as a sheet, her body trembling uncontrollably. "W-What did you say? Is Ruben dead..."

The sleepless night, the unanswered calls, and Ruben's cryptic remarks about the leverage he held all connected like puzzle pieces in her mind. With a heart-wrenching wail, she scrambled to Felicia's feet, clutching at her ankles. "Ms. Felicia, please! You know something-tell me! Tell me where Ruben is!"

Felicia calmly wiped her hands with a napkin, removing the faint sheen of grease from her breakfast. Her voice was cold and matter-of-fact.

"In the river."

Mina's eyes rolled back, and she nearly fainted on the spot.

Before she could fully pass out, Felicia flicked two silver needles from her hand, expertly hitting acupoints to restore Mina's breathing. She gasped, dragging in a sharp breath as consciousness returned. Although she was still dazed, her grief quickly morphed into rage. She lunged at Felicia, her fists flailing.

"If you knew, why didn't you save him? Why didn't you save him?"

Felicia caught Mina's wrists in a firm grip, her calm gaze locking onto the distraught woman's eyes. "Do you want revenge?" she asked quietly. "Do you want to see the murderer face justice?"

Mina froze mid-sob, her anger slowly giving way to despair. "Revenge? Justice? How? What can I possibly do? Your family is so powerful. Covering up a murder would be nothing for the Fuller family."

"That's why you need to listen to me," Felicia advised as she released Mina's hands. Her expression was steady, betraying no emotion.

Meanwhile, in the surveillance room, Kayla had successfully used a flimsy excuse to send the guard on duty away. Once alone, she systematically deleted all vehicle tracking data before that day, ensuring there would be no trace left. When the guard returned with his coffee, he gawked at the empty logs. "Ms. Kayla, why did you delete all the previous data?"

"Oh, I accidentally cleared everything," she said, her tone dismissive. "It's not a big deal, so don't make a fuss about it."

Kayla walked out of the room with a smug smile. If nothing else, she owed Felicia for reminding her about the GPS logs. Otherwise, she might have left an incriminating trail.

"Let them search all they want," she muttered to herself. "They won't find a thing."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Shortly after, Mina and the now-yawning guard arrived at the surveillance room.

Despite clinging to a shred of hope that Felicia had been mistaken, Mina's heart sank when the guard confirmed the worst. "It's all gone. The GRS data for Ruben's

Rolls Royce and every other car's tracking data have been erased."

The guard shrugged and said, "It looks like there's no way to track it now. I guess we'll just have to wait for Ruben to come back on his own."

But Mina wasn't listening anymore. She left the Fuller residence in a daze, hailing an Uber to the beach at the far end of Cedar Street.

The morning sun reflected off the rippling water, its golden light almost mocking in its serenity. The cold wind whipped against Mina's weathered face as she stared at the beach. With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone.

"Hello? I need to report a crime. My husband has been murdered. His body is at the bottom of the river."

In the back seat of the car, while Sebastian and Felicia were on their way to the conference, he waved a hand in front of Felicia's face, grinning. "Hey Felicia, what's got you so distracted?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and flashed him a playful smile. "I was just thinking how dashing you look in a suit!"

"Mastering the art of flattery will get you everywhere!" Sebastian laughed, his mood visibly lifting as he puffed out his chest.

When they arrived at the conference, Felicia was surprised by the sheer scale of the event. The grand venue was packed with prominent companies and bustling with activity. "This is impressive," she remarked, genuinely taken aback.

"It's one of the biggest conferences in the region," Sebastian explained. "All the top companies are here."

Felicia nodded, glancing around. But she couldn't help herself from asking, "Do you think there's a company here called Jupiter Group?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"You're really interested in that

company, aren't you? This is the second time you've asked. I'm sure

of it-no such company here,"

he

replied with absolute certainty. "If you don't believe me, check the guest list over there."