After falling from their pedestal overnight, the cracks in the Fuller family's unity began to show in every aspect of their lives.
Gone were the days of luxury, where their needs were provided at their beck and call. There were no more maids at their service, nor were there grand displays of status when they walked out.
Having to deal with such frustrations, Kayla's temper grew worse by the day. Slowly, she stopped pretending to be the sweet, obedient girl.
She used to be thrilled about driving out Felicia, the true heiress, smugly dreaming of taking everything the Fuller family had. But now, all her schemes had failed miserably, leaving her back at square one.
She slammed the door so hard that it echoed through the house. As she stared at the house that was several times smaller than her previous one, her fury only deepened. This place wasn't even as large as the bathroom of her old bedroom!
From outside the door, Myra tried to coax her, speaking softly, "Just bear with it for now. Things will get better. Your dad and I will make it up to you."
"Yeah, whatever," Kayla replied half-heartedly.
After the sound of footsteps faded, she smirked and reached into her pocket, pulling out an object.
It was neatly folded into a square. As she carefully unfolded it, the object revealed itself to be an ancient and mysterious map.
"Good thing I'm not like you guys. Something like this has to stay with me, of course…"
A smile crept across her face while her eyes burned bright with ambition.
When she failed to dissuade the Fuller couple from treating the map like a hot potato and getting rid of it, she didn't press the matter.
However, after they went to bed that night, she crept into their room and swapped the real map with a hastily drawn replica.
Did she not consider the consequences? Of course, she did, but she didn't care.
If the mess spiraled out of control, that would be due to Dexter and Myra's incompetence! It had nothing to do with her!
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