Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 712

The ground was littered with unconscious bodies, and dozens of flashlights were scattered in disarray. Ironically, their misplaced beams illuminated a small corner of the otherwise dark and eerie island.

As Felicia lay unconscious, the owner of the white leather shoes crouched beside her.

The woman reached out, gently stroking Felicia's face before letting out a hoarse, grating voice. "What a beautiful face… I used to have one just like it. Unfortunately…"

After saying that, her gaze suddenly snapped toward Maurice. It was filled with hatred and fury. "It's all because of you! It's all your fault, you monster!"

After muttering to herself, she abruptly reached out, wrapping one hand tightly around Felicia's throat while the other reached for Maurice. However, before she could touch him, Maurice's hand shot out and caught her wrist in a vice-like grip.

"He's still awake?" the woman thought in a panic.

She gasped in shock. Instinctively, she tried to shield her face, but her right hand was restrained by Maurice, and she couldn't break free. Panic surged through her, and in her desperation, her grip on Felicia's throat tightened further.

Maurice was already semi-unconscious, barely holding on. The backlash from the venomous creature was too powerful, ravaging his body. His organs felt like they were being gnawed apart by millions of tiny insects. It was a searing agony unlike anything else.

Under such circumstances, his breathing was shallow, which caused him to be the least affected by the poisonous fog. Therefore, his instincts kicked in when he sensed someone approaching, sending him into a defensive mode.

However, when he saw the woman strangling Felicia, his expression turned vicious. With the last of his strength, he twisted the woman's wrist with brutal force.

With a sharp, sickening crack, the woman let out a piercing scream and immediately released Felicia. She stumbled backward while cradling her now-broken wrist.

Maurice crawled forward, dragging himself to Felicia's side. He pulled her into his protective embrace.

That was all he had left in him. His breathing grew ragged as his body trembled violently. He managed to look at Felicia one last time before his eyes drifted shut.

The woman, still wailing from the pain of her wrist, clutched her arm with a twisted, furious expression. Her already disfigured face contorted even further in hatred.