Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Chapter 362

The eldest of the four, known for his composed nature, finally spoke up. “No need to worry. When Mr. Glovers makes a decision, he rarely goes back on it. Let’s stay alert and keep up with our protection efforts! As long as Ms. Fuller’s safety is guaranteed, the issue with the twin venomous creature won’t be a big problem!”

“Agreed!”

They thought back to that night when they faced 17 assassins. Felicia’s extraordinary combat skills, almost superhuman in execution, had been nothing short of remarkable. That memory reassured them. Even if such a dire situation repeated, they believed they could handle it.

One of their men, disguised as a janitor, nodded and chimed in, “As long as we don’t run into a sniper, we’re golden.”

The room fell silent.

The other three exchanged glances and then kicked him in unison. “Shut up. Don’t jinx it!”

The “janitor” rubbed his bruised hip, looking upset. “I’m not trying to jinx it. It’s just the truth.”

“Oh, shut up!”

Cold sweat formed on their foreheads as they contemplated the idea. A face–to–face attack, where the enemy was visible and the battle was fought with skill and bravery, was manageable. But a sniper hidden in the shadows? One bullet could end it all before they had a

chance to react.

If Felicia were to be assassinated, the effect of the twin venomous creature would ensure Mr. Glovers wouldn’t survive either.

“He has a point. We can’t be careless. Felicia can handle close combat herself, but we need to stay hidden and scout every potential sniping location. We have to eliminate any chance of failure.”

“Understood!”

They immediately revamped their protection strategy, shedding their disguises and blending Into the shadows under new identities.

That same day, a bald man arrived in Khogend. A guitar case was slung over his shoulder, and he smoked a cigarette as he strolled down the bustling streets. Calling himself “Baldy“, at first glance, he looked no different from the average passerby. But beneath the brim of his baseball cap, his eyes carried a dangerous edge.

Lowering the cap, Baldy hailed a cab and gave the address of a residential complex. He made his way to the seventh floor of the apartment and pounded on the door.

The forceful knocking sent a wave of unease through the unit. In cases like this, it was an instinctual reaction to want to investigate.

“Who’s there?”

The tenant, Calvin, was barely awake. His hair was disheveled, and he looked greasy and unkempt. Ever since being fired, he had holed himself up in his apartment. He even started spying on his neighbor, Carmen, across the street through a telescope.

At first, Calvin would hide the telescope behind his curtains. Now, he would just brazenly leave the telescope on his balcony in plain sight.

When he wasn’t peeping, he was harassing Carmen whenever he had the chance. Even when Carmen showed nothing but disgust, Calvin found her beautiful and was determined to own her. If he couldn’t have her, he would rather destroy her, or drag her down with him.

Calvin knew he had a problem, but he didn’t care. His odd behavior had driven people away, and their avoidance only fueled his arrogance.

When he opened the door, he assumed it was some fool disturbing his sleep. He cursed, “Who the hell are you, pounding on my door like that? Trying to get yourself killed?”

The next second, a powerful kick sent him flying back into his apartment.

Baldy stepped inside and calmly locked the door behind him.

Calvin lay sprawled on the floor. His stomach was in pain, and it took him a good few seconds before recovering. He concluded the intruder was either Carmen’s relative or someone she had sent to confront him.

He immediately shouted, “What’s your deal with that bitch, Carmen? Did she send you? Dream on. I’ll tell you right now. I’ll never stop bothering her unless one of us is dead!”

Baldy didn’t even acknowledge him. He moved as if he owned the place, and set the guitar case on a table to unlatch it.

“Damn it!”

Infuriated at being ignored, Calvin grabbed the closest object and hurled it at the intruder. At this moment, the latches of the guitar case clicked open. Inside the case was a sniper rifle.