Chapter 207
By the time Kayla returned to the Fuller residence, it was already midnight. Myra and Dexter were fast asleep, but she made a deliberate commotion, waking everyone in the house. Dexter stumbled out of his bedroom, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetie? Who upset you this time?”
“It’s the driver, Ruben!” Kayla pouted, her tone aggrieved but natural. “After I finished shopping, he didn’t pick me up! His phone was off, and I had to take an Uber home!” “What? Did he not pick you up?” Dexter’s irritation flared. “He’ll be fired the moment he shows up! Such behavior is unacceptable!”
Kayla nodded emphatically, playing along. “Exactly, Dad. Irresponsible drivers like him deserve to be fired. It’ll teach the other drivers a lesson too!”
“Yes, you’re right,” Dexter commented with a fond smile. “Now, it’s late. Go to bed, sweetie.”
She felt a wave of relief. She had successfully distanced herself from Ruben’s absence. No one would connect it to her, even if someone noticed he was missing.
Humming lightly, Kayla turned toward the stairs, her steps lighter. However, as she looked up, she froze.
Felicia was standing on the second floor, leaning casually against the railing. Her gaze was calm, yet the way she looked at Kayla had a piercing stare to it.
Kayla’s heart skipped a beat. Quickly regaining her composure, she put on a sweet smile. “Oh, you’re still awake, Felicia? Sorry if I woke you up.”
Felicia tilted her head slightly, sniffing the air. “You reek of alcohol. What have you been up to?”
Kayla stiffened.
Dexter’s gaze shifted to Kayla, his expression suspicious. “Now that you mention it, she does smell like alcohol. Kayla, you weren’t drinking, were you? You know we don’t allow that.” She quickly waved her hands in denial. “Of course not, Dad! I’d never. It must’ve been the cab I took-probably the last passenger spilled something. It was awful!”
Dexter frowned but nodded. “Alright. Go wash up and get some sleep.”
“Goodnight, Dad!” Kayla chirped as she ascended the stairs.
“Goodnight,” Dexter said before turning to Felicia. “You too, Licia. Don’t stay up too late.”
Felicia’s eyes briefly met Kayla’s.
Kayla’s gaze held a hint of defiance, a challenge. Felicia, however, simply smiled faintly and walked away without a word.
Back in her room, Felicia unlocked her phone and opened the two video files Lance had sent her.
Even after everything she’d been through, the footage stunned her. Kayla’s ruthlessness was staggering.
She killed without hesitation or remorse, and afterward, she seamlessly played the victim, spinning her own narrative as though nothing had happened.
Kayla wasn’t just ruthless-she was entirely devoid of any reverence for life itself.
Felicia rubbed her temples, frustrated. If only she had seen Lance’s calls sooner, she might’ve saved Ruben and caught Kayla red-handed.
Still, the evidence she now had was damning enough.
If she confronted Kayla privately, Myra and Dexter would undoubtedly protect their favorite daughter at all costs. They would spin excuses, erase traces, and ensure Kayla walked free without consequence.
No, that wouldn’t do.
Felicia’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Kayla’s birthday was coming up-a grand celebration with all of Khogend’s elite in attendance.
When the event rolled around with so many guests present, there was no way Myra and Dexter could stop so many people from seeing or talking-no matter how much they wanted to protect Kayla.
One thing was certain, though-Felicia couldn’t be the one to expose Kayla directly. If she did, the accusation would be dismissed as jealousy or revenge, leaving the impact lost.