I agree. The Fuller family is the richest in Khogend. Who wouldn't want a piece of that pie? This kind of behavior… ugh, disgusting.

They already gave her some money out of kindness, but greedy people like her are never satisfied. It's shameful!

Exactly! Her husband's death has nothing to do with the Fuller family. This is ridiculous!

The crowd murmured their opinions. Mina, hearing the whispers, didn't lash out or defend herself. Instead, she laughed—a harsh, bitter laugh filled with malice. It chilled everyone in the hall, including Dexter and Myra.

With an unsettling smile, Mina handed a memory card to a nearby reporter. The reporter, clearly prepared, quickly inserted the card into his equipment. A beam of light illuminated the wall, projecting both image and audio of a recorded video.

Mina's hoarse voice broke the tense silence. "Listen carefully. This was recorded a month ago, while my husband was driving Kayla. This conversation explains why he was silenced!"

Kayla's voice filled the hall: "I'm heading to Alverton now. Felicia's there, too. A rural place like that is perfect for getting rid of someone. I want you to kill her. Do you dare?"

Another voice, casual and mocking, responded: "That's it? Tell me, how much will you pay me?"

"One million dollars—nothing more."

"My dear Kayla, this isn't picking up groceries—it's murder! A million? What do you take me for, a beggar?"

As the conversation played out, Kayla's face paled. She wanted to cover her ears, to shut it all out. How was this possible? On the night she strangled Ruben, she had taken that memory card, snapped it in half, and thrown it into the water! Could he have… made another copy?

Mina answered her silent question. "You didn't expect this, did you? I found it while going through my husband's belongings." She pointed at the projection. "And this is Kayla's motive for murder! She wanted to kill Felicia, the real daughter of the Fuller family, and take her place!"

The hall erupted. Many remembered the incident in Alverton. Felicia had disappeared for a day and night; rumors swirled that her half-brother, Shawn, had pushed her off a cliff, causing her to be swept away by the river. She barely survived. At the time, most dismissed it as none of their business, especially since Felicia returned unharmed. But now, the memories flooded back. That wasn't an accident—it was a carefully orchestrated plot by Kayla, who even conspired with her biological brother to eliminate Felicia!

A woman gasped, covering her mouth. "Kayla is terrifying!"

Mina let out a chilling laugh. "The worst is yet to come."

The reporter pressed another button, and the projection shifted to a new video. This showed the pitch-black shoreline of a beach. The shaky footage was clearly secretly recorded. A luxury car—a Rolls-Royce—came into focus, rocking violently. The camera zoomed in, revealing Ruben struggling in the driver's seat as someone looped a belt around his neck from behind. He thrashed and flailed, desperately fighting back. His face turned red, his veins bulging. Finally, his body went limp.

Even projected, the gruesome scene stunned everyone, their breaths caught in their throats. But it wasn't over. The video showed Kayla, disturbingly calm, instructing Shawn to buy whiskey. They poured it into Ruben's mouth and then worked together to push the car into the river. Dexter staggered, barely catching himself.

Myra, trembling, covered her mouth in shock. Her wide eyes turned to Kayla, disbelief etched on her face. Was this someone they had taken in for eighteen years?