Darren, confused but disinterested, shrugged. He had to drive Myra to the beauty salon later that evening for her surgery and figured he might as well finish his meal. Kayla waited five minutes before the car arrived.

A bodyguard quickly stepped forward, opening the door and shielding her head as she entered.

Kayla rushed into the car, her face flushed with anger. Seeing Ruben behind the wheel, her frustration erupted.

"Do you have a death wish?" she snapped. "You nearly killed me last time, and now you keep me waiting? Do you want to get fired?"

Ruben, unusually straight-backed, responded flatly, "Where to?"

Stunned by his audacity, she narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him. Her lips curled into a cold smile. "You've got nerve," she said, dripping sarcasm. "Do you really think I wouldn't fire you? Or did you think your wife begging me would change my mind?"

Ruben's face darkened. "Kayla, Mina and I have always kept to ourselves. We've never done anything to provoke you."

"Oh, really? Apologize now, or I'll fire both of you. And this time, not even Mina on her knees will change my mind!"

It wasn't an empty threat. Ruben's temper flared. "Are you saying you want my wife to kneel before you? Do you seriously think you've won?"

Kayla, smug and arrogant, kicked the seat back. "Enough talk. Just drive!"

Ruben's jaw tightened, veins throbbing in his neck. For a second, he considered throwing a memory card onto her lap, revealing her secrets. But what if Myra and Dexter covered for her again? He decided to bide his time, gather more leverage. He would ensure Kayla couldn't talk her way out of this.

The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly into the night, heading toward the city's most exclusive shopping district. Kayla spent the next half hour in a rage-fueled shopping spree, charging over a million dollars.

The sales assistants, accustomed to her spending, treated her with utmost courtesy. After completing her purchases, one politely asked, "Ms. Fuller, shall we deliver these to your home? What time is convenient?"

"It's fine," Kayla snapped, pointing at Ruben. "My driver will carry them."

Her intent to burden Ruben was clear. By the time she finished, his arms were laden with shopping bags. Her anger somewhat abated, Kayla returned to the car.

Her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, she scowled; it was Shawn. She hung up. The phone buzzed repeatedly. Noticing Ruben loading the purchases, she finally answered.

"What do you want?" she barked. "Didn't I tell you not to call? I already paid you!"

Shawn's voice was pitiful. "Kayla, please. The money's gone. I'm desperate—Lance is looking for me. He's cut off three of my fingers. If he catches me, I'm dead!"

"How's that my problem?" Kayla thought being related to Shawn disgusting.

"Kayla, I killed Felicia for you! You can't leave me!"

Kayla's temper reignited. "You've got nerve bringing that up. She's alive! And how dare you ask for more money?"

"What?" Shawn's voice was laced with disbelief. "How did she survive? I had her cornered! It must've been that man. He saved her!"

Kayla froze at the mention of a man.