Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia) novel Chapter 201

Darren, confused but disinterested, shrugged it off. He had to drive Myra to the beauty salon later that evening for surgery and figured he might as well finish his meal before heading out.

Kayla waited five minutes before the car pulled up in front of the entrance.

A bodyguard quickly stepped forward, opening the door and placing a hand just above her head to ensure she wouldn't be hit as she got in.

Kayla rushed into the car, her face flushed with anger. The moment she saw it was Ruben behind the wheel, her frustration boiled over.

"Do you have a death wish or something?” she snapped. "You nearly killed me in that wreck last time, and now you have the nerve to keep me waiting? Do you really want to get fired that badly?"

Ruben, for once, didn't adopt his usual deferential demeanor. Sitting straighter than usual, he responded flatly, "Where to?”

She froze, momentarily stunned by his audacity. She narrowed her eyes, scanning him as though seeing him for the first time.

Her lips curled into a cold, sharp smile. "You've got some nerve," she responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you really think I wouldn't fire you? Or did you figure having your wife beg me would make me change my mind?"

At the mention of his wife, Ruben's face darkened. He straightened up and said firmly, "Kayla, Mina and I have always kept to ourselves. We've never done anything to provoke you."

"Oh, really? Then, how about this? Apologize to me at this instant, or I'll fire both of you. And this time, not even Mina on her knees will make me change my mind!"

It wasn't an empty threat—Kayla was perfectly capable of executing it.

Ruben's temper flared. "Are you saying you want my wife to get on her knees before you? Kayla, do you seriously think you've won?”

Kayla tilted her chin upward, the picture of smug arrogance. She kicked the back of the driver's seat sharply and barked, "Enough with the talk. Just drive!”

Ruben's jaw tightened, the veins on his neck visibly throbbing. For a split second, he considered throwing the memory card he had onto her lap and watching her panic when she realized her secrets were no longer safe.

That would feel so good.

But what if Myra and Dexter decided to cover for her again?

In a fleeting moment of clarity, he decided to bide his time. Perhaps he could gather more leverage. When the time was right, he would ensure that Kayla could not talk her way out of the matter.

The engine roared to life, and the Rolls-Royce glided smoothly into the night, heading toward the city's most exclusive luxury shopping district.

Kayla spent the next half hour in a whirlwind of rage-fueled retail therapy, racking up over a million dollars on her credit card.