Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 220

Tabitha's attempt to shut the door was futile. With one swift kick, Lance swung the door open and sent her sprawling to the floor with a yelp of pain.

Behind her, Howell and Shawn instinctively tried to make a run for it, but Lance's men were quicker. Within seconds, the two were pinned face-first onto the floor, their arms painfully twisted behind their backs.

Lance sauntered in, his gait uneven due to the injury that had left him with a permanent limp. He glared at Shawn, who lay trembling on the ground.

"You still think you can outrun me, huh?" Lance's voice was laced with malice. "Go on. Give it another try!"

His boot connected with Shawn's shin in a brutal kick, earning a howl of pain.

"Mr. Thompson, please! Just a little more time and I swear I'll have the money!" Shawn begged, his face smeared with tears and snot.

Lance plopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. His eyes wandered to the small cake on the table. He picked up a fork, scooped a bite, and popped it into his mouth.

The bitterness hit immediately.

"What the hell is this? Stale cake?" Lance muttered, smacking his lips in distaste.

Howell and Shawn exchanged nervous glances, both swallowing hard.

Unbeknownst to Lance, the cake was heavily laced with sedatives and was intended for Felicia. And now, with just one bite, Lance began to feel the effects.

"Mr. Thompson? Are you okay?" One of his men noticed the boss swaying slightly and rushed to his side.

"I'm fine," Lance muttered, shaking his head in an effort to stay alert. He managed to stave off unconsciousness but was left fuming. "Give all of them a good beating! But don't kill them yet."