Melvin eagerly replied, "Did you hear that? From now on, we'll listen to Ms. Fuller!"

"Yes, we heard you!" Lance, bruised and battered, dared not protest. The other lackeys nodded vigorously.

Felicia shot Melvin a glance, signaling him to leave. "You're done here. Go now."

"Got it!" Melvin beamed, eager to please, and bolted immediately.

The Chavez family owed Felicia a huge favor, ever since she saved Hubert. Despite the generous medical fees and six million paid to appease her after their failed abduction attempt, Melvin remembered Hubert's warning: "Don't underestimate Felicia. She can harm someone without a trace if she can save lives. Stay clear of her, or you might not even know how you died! Besides, if she saved us once, we might need her help again. You shall never offend the Miracle Healer, understood?" Melvin took this to heart. He vividly remembered humbling himself before her, expecting humiliation or revenge, but she simply agreed to help Hubert. At that moment, he realized Felicia might not be as detestable as Kayla portrayed her.

After Melvin left, Lance and his gang fawned over Felicia. "Ms. Fuller, what can we do for you?"

Felicia replied coolly, "Do you remember Shawn?"

"Of course, we remember him!" The mention of Shawn inevitably brought to mind his inappropriate advances toward Felicia. Lance's expression turned awkward, fearing retribution. He quickly added, "You're the daughter of the richest family now. Why dwell on past grievances? Just forget about it!"

Felicia, aware of his thoughts, let out a cold laugh. "Don't worry. I won't cause you any trouble. I just need you to get close to Shawn."

Sensing a shift and emboldened by the lack of direct implication, Lance replied sarcastically, "That guy's been living it up ever since he received 50 million from the Fuller family. He's acting all high and mighty, partying all day. He even had the audacity to try to befriend me! Who does he think he is? Ms. Fuller, why do you want me to get close to him?"

Felicia leaned down, looking at Lance. Her tone was casually indifferent, yet a hint of mischief and menace sent chills down his spine. "He has 50 million, right? You're going to take him on an adventure," she said. "Have fun until he loses everything and ends up deep in debt. Do you hear me?"

Lance stared at her, momentarily blank. Then, he nodded quickly. "Yes, I understood!" For a fleeting moment, he felt the chill of Felicia's murderous intent, realizing she planned revenge on Shawn. After experiencing the high life, she intended to drag him into despair, ensuring he could never recover. Lance swallowed hard and nodded fervently, "Don't worry, Ms. Fuller! I'm on it!"

"Go ahead."

Once Felicia gave her orders, Lance and his lackeys scrambled to their feet. Before leaving, Lance flattered her, saying, "I'll report back immediately with any progress!" Felicia smiled. She wasn't looking for revenge on Shawn. She wanted him dead.