Chapter 87

Felicia looked around and noted that the door was unlike the others in the hotel. It was adorned with intricate ancient patterns radiating a mysterious and dangerous air. It felt oddly familiar. She wondered where she had seen that before. As she struggled to recall, a cold laugh sounded behind her. The area was dark, and the sudden rush of cold air on her neck startled her. Felicia shuddered and instinctively swung her first. "Bang!" A grunt of pain followed as she focused, only to notice that she'd struck Arnold. Oh, so that was nothing. She retracted her fist without a hint of remorse. Arnold clutched his nose, and his eyes blazed with anger. This was the second time she'd punched him after all—once at the Lawson residence's gate as a lesson learned and now again. "Felicia! I can always give you a beating even if you're a woman!" he growled. "Ha! But can you actually do so?" Felicia retorted with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The last time he had claimed to give her a