Chapter 716

Felicia's hand froze as she turned toward the source of the scream. The first thing she saw was a pair of white leather shoes. They were dirty, but the ankles above them were slender and delicate—unmistakably belonging to a woman. The sight struck a chord of familiarity. Felicia hesitated for a moment, then remembered—they were the same shoes she had seen before losing consciousness in the fog the previous night. Maurice also remembered. In fact, from the moment he regained consciousness, he had never forgotten that final scene—the one that played out while Felicia had been unconscious. So, throughout the entire day while he wandered the island and pretended to be aimless, he had been discreetly watching. He had been searching for these shoes. And now, their owner had appeared on her own. Maurice's lips curved into a barely perceptible smirk, but the coldness in his eyes betrayed his true emotions. Beneath the surface was a simmering intention to kill. Even Felicia noticed it.