Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 243

Why did this feel like a scene straight out of a soap opera?

Felicia stood behind Arnold, who was now caught in the middle of what could only be described as a standoff. The two men stared each other down, one icy and composed, the other visibly seething. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Felicia found her thoughts wandering to the cliché plot of two men fighting over the same woman. It was absurdly amusing.

Clearing her throat, she decided she wanted no part in this drama. "Gentlemen, enjoy your conversation. I'll be going now."

Without hesitation, she turned and began to walk away, looking unbothered and unapologetic.

Arnold, however, stayed firmly rooted, his protective stance unwavering. Facing the man before him, he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who are you?"

The figure before him was undeniably commanding, a paragon of authority and refinement. Though he spoke indifferently, his display was oppressive, like a predator eyeing prey.

Arnold had faced formidable opponents before, but never had he felt such an overwhelming sense of danger—not from Matthew or Mike. Instinctively, he took a step back, sweat trickling down his spine.

Stephan chuckled softly, his disdain cutting deeper than any words. His laugh seemed to say, "You're not worth my time."

Arnold flushed with anger, feeling humiliated and indignant. His fists clenched as he took a bold step forward, intending to grab Stephan's collar. But before he could touch him, a sharp motion sent Arnold spinning.

The next moment, he was flat on his back with the air knocked out of his lungs.

Arnold groaned, the hard floor unforgiving against his back. Pain radiated through his body, and humiliation surged as he realized how effortlessly he'd been subdued.

A polished shoe stepped forward, stopping inches from Arnold's face. Stephan loomed above him, radiating an unspoken threat.

Before Stephen could deliver a finishing blow, a frantic voice echoed down the hall.

"Stephan! Please spare him!"

The interruption came from Mike, who hurried over. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with barely concealed panic.

Panting, Mike reached the scene and immediately lowered his head slightly. He said in an ingratiating tone, "Stephan, I apologize for my nephew's impudence. Please don't hold it against him. If you injure him, I won't know how to explain it to the family!"