Felicia wasted no time. “Speak. What do you know?”
Johanna misunderstood, setting down her teacup with a sweet smile. “Ms. Fuller, I’m here to help you fulfill your wish. Being the true heiress of the Fuller family, being ousted must be unbearable, right?”
Felicia was speechless. Her quick wit hadn't anticipated this sudden shift. This “wish,” then, pertained to the matter at hand. It was her misunderstanding.
She turned to Kerry. “See her out.”
Kerry promptly stepped forward, gesturing toward the door.
Johanna’s expression hardened. “Ms. Fuller, I came here to help you! Don’t you want to return to the Fuller family? We can cooperate! I’ll offer advice; you just follow my plan. You can easily oust that fake daughter, the one who’s taken what’s yours. Isn’t that a good deal?”
Felicia chuckled. “It seems you know me quite well.”
Johanna, believing she’d connected, moved closer, lowering her voice. “That fake daughter is a murderer. That’s perfect leverage! Ms. Fuller, to reclaim what’s yours, you must use that leverage, create a similar incident, and make the fake daughter take the blame for another murder! Then, who will protect her?”
It sounded convincing. Johanna targeted Kayla. Or, more precisely, the Fuller family. Framing Kayla wouldn’t be difficult, but it would devastate the Fuller family's reputation, as it had before. They hadn’t recovered from the last blow. Another such incident… the Fuller family would be ruined. And this person wanted Felicia to wield the knife. Had she calculated Felicia’s hatred of Kayla? Or underestimated her?
Felicia spoke slowly. “Do you have a grudge against the Fuller family?”
“No. Everything I’ve said is for your benefit,” Johanna replied, with a playful blink, feigning innocence, as if genuinely concerned for Felicia.
Felicia asked, “What’s your name?”
“Rosario, Johanna Rosario.”
“I’ll remember that.” Felicia nodded. “Now, leave.”
Johanna was taken aback. Her smile faltered. Hesitantly, she pointed at herself. “You want me to leave?”
Felicia didn't need to repeat herself. Kerry swiftly picked up a feather duster and began sweeping towards her. “Didn’t you hear Ms. Fuller? Get lost.”
Johanna was promptly ejected.
Standing outside the Union Clinic, fury consumed her. She would have smashed the place if not for a sliver of remaining rationality. Then, a luxury car, worth millions, pulled up. The unique license plate bespoke its owner’s status.
“Stephan?”
Her eyes lit up; her cheeks flushed with surprise and joy. She hadn’t expected Stephan to rush to her side so soon after her dismissal. He must have heard she’d been kicked out and come to support her.