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.

my wife to get on her knees before you? Kayla, do you

chin upward, the picture of smug arrogance. She kicked the back of the driver's seat sharply and barked, "Enough with the talk.

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

what if Myra and Dexter decided to

fleeting moment of clarity, he decided to bide his time. Perhaps he could gather more leverage. When

roared to life, and the Rolls-Royce glided smoothly into the

in a whirlwind of rage-fueled retail

too familiar with her spending habits, treated her with

inquired, "Ms. Fuller, would you like us to

Kayla snapped, pointing at Ruben. "My driver

make things difficult

bags. Although the items were lightweight, they were numerous, ranging from shoes, bags, and jewelry... Having blown enough money to calm herself, Kayla

as she sat down, her

curled into a

a second thought, she

phone buzzed again and

loading her purchases in the trunk. With an

do you want?" she barked. "Didn't I tell you not to call me? I've already paid you

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