Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

The Fuller family, Khogend's wealthiest household, took their security seriously. Every car in their garage was equipped with a GPS tracking system to ensure they could locate it in emergencies, such as a potential carjacking. Dexter nodded at Felicia's suggestion and said casually, "Yeah. Have the security team pull up the GPS data and locate the car."

"Dad, isn't that a bit excessive?" Kayla tried to dissuade him, her tone light but nervous.

Before she could say more, Dexter's assistant, Jonathan Peyton, arrived to escort him to a meeting. This minor issue would not distract him from his day.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll leave this to you all," he said, standing up and giving Myra a quick peck on the cheek, a gesture he had maintained faithfully for years.

Myra chuckled, playfully pushing him away. "Go on ahead! And drive carefully, Jonathan," she said, addressing Jonathan.

"Of course, Mrs. Fuller," Jonathan replied with a polite nod as he carried Dexter's briefcase.

Once Dexter left, Mina stayed nearby, restless but unwilling to make a scene. She anxiously awaited the security team's retrieval of the GPS data.

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Kayla absentmindedly bit into a piece of bacon at the dining table, her brow furrowed. She didn't even hear Myra talking.

"Kayla? Did you hear me?" Myra asked with a hint of impatience.

"Huh? Sorry, Mom, what did you say?" Kayla replied, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I asked if you've sent out invitations for your birthday party. It's coming up soon," Myra repeated, her tone slightly exasperated.

"Yes, I have!" Kayla smiled brightly, though her palms were slick with sweat.

Her mind was racing. She had been so confident after "cleaning up" last night. Yet, in her haste, she had overlooked the car's GPS tracking system. If the security team traced the car's route, it would lead them straight to the beach. Suddenly, Kayla shot up from her chair. "I'm full. You all enjoy your meal."

Without waiting for a response, she hurried off.

Myra soon left for her beauty salon, leaving only Felicia and Sebastian at the table.

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When Sebastian left the dining room, only Felicia and Mina remained.

Mina sat in a corner, her nerves frayed, her mind racing with worry about Ruben's whereabouts.

"Call the police," Felicia said suddenly.

Mina looked up, startled. Was Felicia talking to her?

"What?"

"Call the police," Felicia repeated calmly. "You're not going to find anything through GPS. It's been erased."

Mina blinked in confusion. "Erased? How do you know that?"

Felicia leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Kayla's probably already in the surveillance room, coming up with an excuse to send the security team away. Afterward, she'll delete all the GPS data from that car-and likely from all the others, just to cover her tracks. She'll claim it was an accident, something like, 'Oops, I hit the wrong button."

Mina's breath hitched. "Why would she do that? Do you know where Ruben is? Please, tell me!"

Felicia didn't answer immediately. Her silence was heavy, her gaze distant.

She thought back to the missed calls from Lance. The timing had been perfect—or, rather, perfectly wrong. While she'd been speaking with Mina last night, Ruben ha¶ been, in his final moments, strangled by Shawn's belt.

Felicia's voice was steady but cold as she finally asked, "Did Ruben have something on Kayla? Something significant?"

"If so, then he's gone because Kayla discovered it, and she silenced him," she said bluntly.

The word "silenced" carried a chilling weight.