Chapter 59

Felicia struggled to keep pace even on the flat ground. As she approached the tall fence surrounding the Fuller residence, she berated herself for lacking the ability to fly over it. The fence was impossibly high, topped with sharp spikes and several layers of razor-wire. One misstep would result in painful injury.

Felicia conceded defeat; she couldn't scale it without a ladder.

Stephan glanced at her and issued a cryptic instruction: "I'd suggest you close your eyes."

"What?" Before she could react, she felt herself lifted into the air, held securely, preventing a fall. A strong arm around her waist provided a sense of safety.

Peeking down, Felicia's eyes widened. The spikes and razor-wire were perilously close.

"Ah!" A sharp scream escaped her lips. This was terrifying!

Stephan's languid voice drifted down. A hint of amusement colored his words: "I warned you not to look."

The moment of danger passed quickly. Felicia found herself seated in a car by the roadside. Recovering her senses, she checked for injuries, breathed a sigh of relief, and climbed in.

Under Stephan's direction, the driver accelerated, and the black Rolls-Royce sped away.

Felicia didn't inquire about their destination. Assuming they were rescuing someone, she anticipated a hospital or the victim's home. She never expected Stephan to bring her to a prison.

The sight of the prison gates drained the color from her face. Memories of her previous imprisonment flooded back—vivid, painful recollections. She recalled the day of her incarceration, Arnold standing before her, instructing her fellow inmates, "Take good care of her." Those words had unleashed unimaginable suffering and torment, leaving a deep, lingering pain that stretched from her past life into the present.

Felicia trembled violently.

Stephan exited the car. Noticing her stillness, he frowned, placing a hand on the car door. Leaning in, he peered inside.

"Do you need me to invite you out?"

Stephan paused, momentarily stilled.

In the back seat, Felicia's face was pale, her usually bright eyes rimmed with red. Forcibly suppressing tears, she resembled a wronged animal, stubbornly refusing submission despite appearing pitiful. Resentment and defiance etched her features. Yet, this expression vanished instantly, as if an illusion.

Felicia emerged from the car. "Let's go, Mr. Russell."

Stephan's gaze, a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny, narrowed, but he remained silent, leading Felicia into the prison. After navigating several corridors, they halted before an iron door.