Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Chapter 363

The moment Calvin saw the gun, he froze. He stopped mid–swing as if every drop of blood in his body had turned to ice in that instant.

Was that thing real?

It had to be for show, right?

Calvin couldn’t believe it. There was no way Carmen, a girl with no connections, could bring in someone this powerful to deal with him. That gun had to be fake!

“Don’t even think of fooling me!”

Calvin’s hesitation vanished as he bellowed. He lifted the lid in his hand and continued to swing it straight at Baldy. “I’m not scared of you!

The lid was heavy, and if it hit, Baldy would definitely be left with a bloody head.

Calvin expected Baldy to dodge, but to his surprise, Baldy didn’t move an inch. He let the lid slam down onto his head.

Calvin expected a bloody scene, but it didn’t happen.

He paused, bewildered. He’d swung with every bit of his strength, yet the impact didn’t feel like he was hitting a human’s head. Instead, it felt more like he had struck solid metal.

Even his own hand tingled from the shock, while Baldy showed no sign of pain whatsoever.

Does this guy have a skull made of steel?

Calvin’s mind raced, and he prepared to strike again. However, this time, Baldy removed his baseball cap and then slammed his own head directly into Calvin’s.

Calvin screamed in pain.

His vision went blurry as a wave of dizziness overtook him. Warm blood trickled down from. his scalp.

Baldy’s head, as unyielding as iron, had slammed into him like a hammer.

“That’s it. I’ll kill you!”

Calvin scrambled back to his feet. His rage boiled as his eyes flickered around the room. He spotted a fruit knife on the table and snatched it up before lunging at Baldy.

Unfazed, Baldy calmly adjusted his rifle and attached a silencer. He aimed directly at Calvin and fired a single shot.

The bullet grazed the top of Calvin’s head. Just bit lower, and it would’ve been a fatal shot.

Cold sweat poured down Calvin’s face.

The new

moment, he wet himself.

Finally, Baldy spoke. “If you don’t want to die, then sit still. Got it?”

Calvin’s face went white as a sheet. Fear consumed him, and he dropped the lid to the floor. He was in tears as he nodded frantically.

Baldy looked away and walked toward the balcony. He drew the white curtains, then set up his

rifle.

After that, he just sat there. He was perfectly still, like a statue.

After a long while, Calvin finally came back to his senses. His legs gave way as he dropped to

his knees.

Baldy didn’t turn around, but he could smell the stench in the air. He frowned. “Clean yourself up, coward.”

Calvin didn’t dare to talk back. Terrified of angering Baldy, he scrambled to wipe the mess on the floor, changed his pants, and cleaned up the wrecked living room.

Whether it was leftover noodles or bits of takeout, Calvin bundled up all the trash.

The entire time, Baldy gazed out the window. He looked like a lone wolf, calm and alert. His eyes were glued to his scope, while his finger hovered over the trigger.

This went on till the sky had already turned dark

Calvin huddled in a corner, frozen. He was too scared to move or even make a sound.

If it weren’t for the bullet lodged in the wall, he might’ve thought it was all just a nightmare.

Just like that, he stayed there trembling the whole day. When night finally fell, his stomach growled with hunger. Even so, he didn’t dare to move, Occasionally, he’d steal glances at Baldy, who remained on the balcony.

Only now did it start to dawn on Calvin. Baldy wasn’t here for him, and he definitely wasn’t. someone Carmen had sent to teach him a lesson.

So, what was Baldy really here for?

Calvin’s curiosity got the best of him as he glanced over, following the line of Baldy’s scope. Suddenly, his face went pale as he pieced it together.

Baldy was aiming at the seventh floor of the building across the street.