Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 708

Maurice's men were like ants on a hot pan, frantically pacing as they tried to find a way to approach Felicia for answers. At this point, there wasn't even a sliver of hope in sight.

But with Stanley and the others around, the entire ship was under Stephan's control. Maurice's men were strictly monitored, and their movements were restricted, making it impossible for them to get anywhere near Felicia, let alone question her.

In contrast, Maurice himself remained as calm as ever, even finding time to stir up trouble.

Since boarding, Felicia and Stephan had been practically inseparable—eating meals together during the day and sleeping in the same cabin at night. When they were bored, they lounged in the small rooftop garden, and if they felt like it, they would casually fish off the deck.

Just the day before, they had encountered a school of sharks. The deep blue waters teemed with small sharks circling back and forth, sending waves rippling across the ocean's surface. Intrigued, Felicia had casually taken several photos of the sight.

That was until Maurice started acting out.

Somehow, he always had a way of showing up at just the right moment—usually when Felicia and Stephan were together. He would smirk and insert himself into their space like a completely oblivious oversized third wheel.

Or as Scarlet put it, a third wheel that was large enough to move a pyramid with ease.

Stephan, however, didn't get annoyed. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge Maurice's existence. He simply carried on as usual, and whenever Felicia responded to Maurice, Stephan would subtly lean in—just enough to draw her full attention back to him. His posture radiated quiet yet undeniable possessiveness.

Maurice, repeatedly fuming from sheer frustration, had no choice but to resort to desperate measures, claiming headaches, dizziness, and discomfort. Only then would Felicia spare him a little attention, checking his pulse and performing acupuncture to alleviate his supposed ailments.

And so, this unspoken battle of wits and subtle rivalry continued until, finally, on the seventh day at sea, their ship arrived at the coordinates marked on the map.

However, there was no sign of the legendary island.

By the time night fell, the backlash from Maurice's venomous creature would intensify once again. If they didn't find a solution within the next six hours, his death was inevitable.

While Maurice himself seemed utterly indifferent to his impending fate, Felicia couldn't stand by and do nothing. They had come too far, and they were now only a step away from uncovering the truth of the legend.