Maurice’s mouth visibly twitched. His subordinate’s phrasing implied a relationship between him and that woman. Annoyed, he glared at his subordinate before turning to Felicia, half-expecting her to overreact. However, he was wrong.

Felicia, completely unbothered, simply put away the small container and continued searching for venomous creatures. She asked offhandedly, “You know her? Who is she?”

The subordinate glanced at Maurice before answering carefully, “She resembles a former actress… the one who fabricated elaborate lies to get close to Mr. Glovers. He threw her into a crocodile pit; she was disfigured and disappeared. We never anticipated seeing her here…”

Felicia wasn’t surprised. After all, she had also been thrown into Maurice’s crocodile pit. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she wouldn't be standing there.

Felicia scoffed, then turned to Maurice with an amused, mocking look. He held her gaze, shifted uncomfortably, and looked away. She added sarcastically, “Mr. Glovers’ karma really got you, huh?”

Maurice remained silent. His subordinates wisely kept their heads down, exchanging silent looks. Only Felicia would dare speak to Maurice like that. Anyone else would have already experienced the consequences.

Felicia continued deeper into the valley. It was hard to say whether the area naturally teemed with venomous creatures or if they were exceptionally lucky. When Felicia pushed aside a…

This time, without distractions, Felicia captured both creatures smoothly.

The entire group sighed in relief. The biggest obstacle was finally overcome. Felicia wasted no time. She grabbed Maurice, pulled him under a large tree, and sterilized her knife. “Take off your shirt,” she instructed. Maurice obeyed.

Without hesitation, Felicia made a precise incision on his arm and placed a venomous creature directly onto the wound. The creature, previously dormant, instantly reacted to the blood, waking and beginning to feed.

Simultaneously, Maurice reacted. Veins in his neck tensed, bulging. Felicia’s sharp gaze caught a faint ripple beneath his skin. “Hold on,” she instructed. Replacing the creature was excruciating; Felicia worried Maurice couldn't endure it. The process of extracting the original venom…

Seeing his pale face and swaying body, she reassured him, “Just a little longer. Stay still.”

Maurice lowered his gaze. He saw Felicia’s furrowed brows and tense expression. Seemingly losing control, he raised his hand, wanting to smooth her brow. Just as his hand was midair…

“Now’s the time!” she thought.

Felicia acted swiftly, grabbing the emerging venomous creature before it retreated. Exposed to air, it struggled weakly before falling still. Felicia sighed in relief, sealed the bait creature, and turned to Maurice’s wound.

One of Maurice’s men hesitantly asked, “That’s it? He’s cured?”

Felicia secured the bandage and nodded. “Yes, it’s done.” She checked Maurice’s pulse; his vitals had stabilized.

Feeling relieved, she looked up at Maurice, but he still wore a deep scowl. Why was he unhappy? Felicia didn't understand, nor did she care. After dusting her hands, she stood to leave.

Before she could step away, Maurice grabbed her. “Where are you going, Felicia?” His tone was stiff, but his gaze was unwavering, locked onto her face. He wouldn't let a single expression slip.