Kayla quickly stepped in front of Myra, blocking her view. Tugging on her mother's arm with a cheerful smile, she exclaimed, "Mom, look at those flowers! They're gorgeous. Let's take a picture!"

"But there seems to be something going on over there—" Myra began.

"Oh, it's just a crowd. What's to see? Come on, let's see the flowers. I'll take some nice pictures of you!" Kayla insisted.

Myra sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Her mood had been dreadful since Felicia's harsh words on the mountain. But now, seeing her sweet, considerate daughter, her heart softened. They turned and walked toward the flowerbed.

Kayla glanced back, watching the car speed away until it disappeared. A smug smile played on her lips.

Felicia sat in the car, her hands tied behind her back, remaining silent. She knew better than to speak; the two men flanking her were poised to gag her at the first sound. She was caught.

Shouting for help or begging would be pointless. Her only question was who orchestrated this abduction. It certainly wasn't Kayla; if Kayla were behind this, Felicia would already be dead. These men were only interested in capturing her. This realization comforted Felicia. She stopped resisting and leaned back, adjusting for comfort.

To an outsider, it would have seemed she was in charge, the two burly men acting as bodyguards rather than kidnappers. Their disbelief was evident as they exchanged a look, their lips twitching.

The car sped to the airport. Felicia's eyebrows shot up. Were they taking her out of Khogend?

Before she could react, the men shoved her toward a private jet. She stumbled, falling onto the plush carpet, the impact stinging her pride more than hurting her. Grumbling, she rose to see a wheelchair approaching.

A strikingly handsome young man sat in the wheelchair. His pale skin glowed under the cabin lights, flawless and cold as polished porcelain. His amber eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, a faint, sharp-edged smirk playing on his lips—chillingly playful. His smile was purely a facade; his eyes betrayed a sharp, scheming nature and a twisted amusement. He was calculating ways to inflict misery.

Felicia thought, "This guy's a complete psycho." She shuffled back, narrowing her eyes. "Why did you have me kidnapped?"

Maurice leaned forward. He didn't answer, but raised an eyebrow. "Are you not scared of me?"

Felicia remained silent. He seemed excited by her lack of fear. Her eyelid twitched. She stood, towering over him. "Scared of what? You jumping up to knee me in the shins?"

His men glared, incredulous. This woman doesn't know when to shut up. How dare she talk to Mr. Glovers like that? they thought.

Maurice blinked, momentarily stunned.