Upon hearing Kayla promise him money, Shawn's eyes lit up. "Just tell me what you need!" he readily agreed.

Considering the driver's presence, much remained unsaid. Kayla had the driver pull over and wait at a distance before speaking. "I'm going to Alverton. Felicia is there, and in a small rural place like that, it's perfect. I want you to eliminate her. Can you do it?"

Shawn paused, then burst into laughter. "Is that all? Just tell me how much you'll be paying for her death."

"One million, and no more," she replied coldly.

"My dear sister," he scoffed, "this is murder! Do you think a million is enough? Do you take me for a beggar?" Since receiving fifty million, Shawn's appetite had grown. He'd extorted thirty million from Kayla last time, and it still wasn't enough. How could one million suffice?

Kayla's expression darkened. "How much do you want, then?"

Shawn initially considered an exorbitant sum, but a better idea formed. Demanding too much might drive Kayla to another killer, ruining the deal. It was better to play along and blackmail her later.

"Two million!" he grinned. "Seeing as you're my dear sister, I'll help you out this once."

"Don't call me your sister. I don't have a brother like you. It's disgusting!" Kayla replied with disdain, but agreed. She changed her tone, asking, "But are you capable of this? Felicia has been your sister for years."

Shawn sneered. "That woman's gone wild! I asked her for money, and she beat me up. And by the way, I only approached you because she instigated it. She said you had money and an unlimited credit card—that's why I came to you!"

He clucked his tongue, a dawning realization on his face. "Looks like you two are both hoping the other has a hard time," he mused. One pushed him towards the other for money; the other was more ruthless, hiring him to kill.

Kayla abruptly raised her head. So, Felicia had instigated this; that explained Shawn's sudden attachment.

"That bitch!" Kayla glared at Shawn. "How confident are you that you can pull this off? I'm warning you, if you fail, you won't get a cent!"

"Don't worry," Shawn squinted. "Alverton is my hometown. I know the terrain like the back of my hand. Killing Felicia will be no problem." He could also hide out in the countryside to avoid the fallout from his high-interest loans—Lance had already chopped off one of his fingers! He would make Felicia pay for that. She was as good as dead.

After finalizing the deal, Shawn claimed he needed money for tools and travel to Alverton, requesting a ten-thousand-dollar deposit. Kayla obliged; one had to spend to gain.

Once Shawn left, the driver returned. "Let's go," Kayla instructed casually, then noticed the dashboard camera was still recording. Everything she'd said might be on video, even if the driver hadn't heard it.