Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 205

In the Fuller residence, even the maids could see the power dynamics. Felicia might be the true daughter of the family, but she lacked the favor and influence Kayla enjoyed. They ought to know how to adjust their sails to the wind. If they weren't on Kayla's good side now, when would they be?

With that in mind, Mina decided it was time to take action-not just for herself but also for her husband, Ruben.

At this, she called out to Felicia, who was just about to head to her room. "Ms. Felicia! Wait a moment!"

...

Kayla was at the beach. She meticulously laid out her plan, detailing every last step until Shawn nodded vigorously in understanding.

This time, she was sure her plan was flawless. Once it was executed, Felicia would be erased, as insignificant as a pebble tossed into the ocean.

Stretching with a yawn, Kayla stood and began walking back toward the car. "Get to it," she ordered sharply.

Shawn clutched his cash, practically glowing with joy. With this money, he wouldn't have to sleep under a bridge tonight. A hotel bed awaited him instead.

As Kayla approached the Rolls-Royce, she noticed something odd. The dashcam had been turned to face a different direction, and her heart skipped a beat.

She froze, her mind flashing back to Ruben's recent shift in attitude. Where had he suddenly gained the nerve to defy her?

It clicked.

not have done so...

Shawn. She distinctly remembered the dashcam capturing their conversation. At the time, she'd told Ruben to delete the footage. But what

as anger and fear surged through her veins, causing her eyes to darken with

her voice low and icy. After whispering something in his ear, Shawn hesitated

in the rearview mirror

that, Ruben rolled

"Ms. Kayla, should I-"

could finish, something looped around his neck. It

seated in the

legs kicked wildly as he struggled for air, his face turning a deep, suffocating red.

outside the car.

out about the memory

pockets.

popped it into

confirmed

her and Shawn. It was the footage

BUMS

sneered, holding the card up for a moment before

never came. His struggles weakened until his limbs went limp. His head slumped forward,