Return of the Crowned Heiress

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.

you want my wife to get on her knees before you? Kayla, do you seriously think you've

smug arrogance. She kicked the back of the

memory card he had onto her lap and watching her panic when she realized her secrets

Dexter decided to

decided to bide his time. Perhaps he could gather more leverage. When the

and the Rolls-Royce glided smoothly into the

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

all too familiar with her spending habits, treated

of them politely inquired, "Ms. Fuller, would you like us to

pointing at Ruben. "My driver

to make things difficult for

bags. Although the items were lightweight, they were numerous, ranging from

as soon as she sat

caller ID, her lips curled

a second thought, she

buzzed

Kayla noticed Ruben loading her purchases in the

"Didn't I tell you not to call me? I've already