Chapter 305
As she spoke, Felicia placed her hand on Maurice’s knee and pressed lightly.
Of course, he didn’t feel a thing. Not long ago, he’d consulted several of the best doctors at the renowned Harmony Medical Center. They couldn’t even figure out what was wrong with his legs. But Felicia hit the nail on the head.
“You’ve been dealing with this for at least nine years. Every winter, or when it’s rainy and damp, it feels like needles stabbing your legs. The only thing that gives you some relief is soaking in a hot bath. Sound about righ
Maurice’s expression slightly shifted as he wondered how Felicia knew about his condition. Even the timeline of his injury was spot on.
Felicia straightened up, rubbing her wrists where the rope had left angry red marks. With unwavering confidence, she said, “Don’t even bother looking. No one else in the world can fix
this but me.”
She leaned closer with a playful smirk curling her lips. “So, what’s it going to be, Mr. Glovers? Do you want to ask me to heal your legs, or are you planning to stay in that wheelchair forever?
Her tone was light, almost teasing, but her words carried a sharp edge. She was no longer the helpless hostage. The roles had flipped–Felicia was now the one holding the cards,
And she wasn’t just asking him to release her. She was making him ask her for help.
Felicia now had the upper hand.
Maurice laughed again, clapping his hands in genuine amusement. “Brilliant. Absolutely
brilliant.”
She frowned slightly. This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. Dealing with someone as unpredictable as him was exhausting–he never acted how she thought he would.
But one thing she was sure of was that Maurice dreamed of walking again. No matter how he laughed or played it cool, there was no way he’d pass up an opportunity like this. And if she turned out to be lying? Killing her was always an option.
Instantly, Felicia went from being shoved around on the floor to being treated like a VIP.
The men roughly pushing her around now escorted her with exaggerated politeness to a plush leather couch.
Felicia was not one to miss an opportunity to profit. If she was going to heal him, the fee had to be astronomical.
Maurice didn’t even blink. “Name your price,” he said simply.
Choo 10:
“Alright then–one hundred million,” she said boldly, throwing out an absurd number.
Maurice’s expression didn’t change. “Alright. Let’s call it a deal.”
Surprised by how he gave in so easily, she added another condition. “Pay upfront. Checks are not accepted. Wire the money directly.”
Maurice shot her a look, his expression unreadable, before gesturing to one of his men. The man stepped forward with a phone, and within moments, the transfer was complete.
The private jet’s network made the process quick. Felicia glanced at her phone, confirming the deposit of an eye–popping hundred million.
With a satisfied smile, she made her promise. “Seven days. In seven days, I’ll have you walking again.”
Maurice’s face stayed calm, but the way his hand tightened on the armrest of his wheelchair betrayed the storm brewing inside him.
“Deal,” he said quietly, his gaze piercing.
Felicia met his stare with a cool smile.
On the face of it, their exchange seemed amicable, the earlier tension fading away. But beneath the calm, both were calculating their next moves.
Maurice had no intention of letting Felicia off the hook once she’d served her purpose. Whether it meant killing her or making her suffer, he wouldn’t hesitate.
And Felicia knew exactly what kind of person he was. That was why she played the part of the arrogant negotiator, demanding an outrageous fee and insisting on payment upfront.
The more arrogant she appeared, the less seriously Maurice would take her. And that gave her the edge she needed.
