Once Nina was gone, Kylie turned to Elizabeth and said, "You must be careful here and stay at the hotel for now. I'll soon be back."

"Kylie, are you going outside alone?" Elizabeth wondered with a worried tone of voice.

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"Lucas is with me," Kylie replied. "We're going to meet an old friend. I'll be fine."

Elizabeth looked at Kylie curiously, but she nodded and said no more.

Lucas was waiting for her on the street with a car he'd rented, and once Kylie was inside, she showed him a map on her phone and pointed out where she wanted to go. Lucas gave the map a quick glance and began to drive. They were only on the road for a short time, though, when Lucas looked over at Kylie and said, "We're being followed."

Kylie looked behind them and saw a Volkswagen. "I saw them when we first got off the boat," she admitted, "but I'm not worried. If they want to harm us, they would have done it already."

"Nevertheless," Lucas replied as he picked up their speed, "it doesn't bode well with me."

As Lucas picked up speed, so did the Volkswagen. They kept their distance, but they made no effort at being subtle. "They're not alone," Lucas said suddenly. "There are three of them in total."

Kylie checked out the window again and confirmed what Lucas had said. Smiling, she said, "Don't worry. I think that they're here to help. I recognize the driver of the first car. His name is Ricky. He is one of Ethan's guards."

Lucas pulled to the curb as they reached their destination, and as Kylie got out of the car, she said, "Give me thirty minutes. If I'm not out, go and talk to the men in the Volkswagen."

It was one minute to three in the afternoon. Lucas looked at her with a surprised expression on his face. "Will I be safe?" he wondered.

"Don't worry," Kylie replied. "I'll be back as quickly as I can."

Lucas nodded, and after Kylie left the car, he locked the doors and pulled down the driver's chair. If anyone drove past him, he didn't want them to notice him.

Kylie walked up to the house and knocked. She waited a few minutes, knocked again, and then an elderly man appeared. "Excuse me," he said. "Who are you looking for?"

Kylie smiled politely and said, "I'm here to see Dora Hilton."

The aged man looked at her skeptically and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but Dora is not receiving guests today."

The old man was just about to close the door in Kylie's face, but she inserted her foot and would not let him shut her out so easily. "Sir," she said. "Lord Ethan sent me here - it is very important."

The aged man's eyes lit up at the mention of Ethan's name. He looked Kylie over and said, "Alright. Come inside and wait in the living room. I will call on Dora. If she doesn't want to see you, though, you will have to leave. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Kylie replied as she stepped into the house. The aged man led her to the living room and, once she was seated, he went off towards the servant's quarters. This is odd, Kylie thought. Shouldn't he have gone upstairs to Dora's room? Once he was out of sight, Kylie seized the moment and snuck up the stairs in the direction of Dora's room. As she approached the girl's door, though, she heard a strange buzzing sound.

The door was slightly open, and Kylie was able to see in without being seen, and what she saw was a complete surprise. Dora was lying on her bed half-naked with a vibrator pressed to her cunt. Her eyes were closed as she moaned. At first, Kylie was disgusted, but as an idea popped into her head, she smiled.

Kylie pulled out her phone, opened the camera application, and proceeded to make a movie of her own. I will pay that bitch back, she thought. And when I do, she will never know what hit her!

By the time Dora came downstairs, Kylie was back on the couch, and no one had any idea that she'd seen what she'd seen. Dora sat down across from her, frowned, and said, "It's been a while, Miss Hilton. I never imagined that you would have the balls to show up at my door. You've seen the video. What more is there to say?"

Kylie smiled, and she said, "The devil is often in the details. Things aren't always as they appear to be. Who is to say that it was Ethan in the video? Perhaps the video was nothing more than smoke and mirrors; a fake."

"How could it be a fake?" Dora scoffed. "You've been with Ethan for years! Don't you recognize your master's voice? If I had the opportunity to do it over again, I would have insisted that Ethan showed his face. Then there would be no doubt! You may as well accept that your relationship has run its course. That ship has sailed. Walk away already. You are embarrassing yourself."

Dora pointed to a tattoo on her collarbone. "Do you see this?" she asked. "It is Ethan's name; it is written in abstract art. He insisted I have it done so that everyone would know that I belong to him."

Seeing the tattoo made any hope that Kylie had disappeared. She still wondered, though, "Why wouldn't Ethan allow his face to be seen in the video? If he loves you as much as you say that he does, it doesn't make any sense…"

Dora looked at Kylie as if she was an idiot, and she said, "You of all people should know that he is a businessman. He is not an actor. He was camera shy. Don't overthink it."

"That's not true," Kylie replied. "Ethan has done work as a stuntman, and he was never camera shy. He has even shot one or two scenes as the lead in a romance."

Dora looked up at the ceiling. Kylie seemed to have a comeback for everything she said, and she was starting to feel humiliated. After a few minutes, she found that she was able to collect herself. She looked at Kylie and began to laugh. "If you were to die today," she said, "Ethan would forget about you by Friday!"

Kylie sneered and said, "If I were to die today, Ethan would be dead of a broken heart long before he had the chance to forget about me!"

"We'll see about that," Dora hissed as she clapped her hands three times. Suddenly two bulky guards appeared. Each one took one of Kylie's arms and pulled her to her feet. "Throw this bitch into the basement!" Dora commanded. "We'll figure out once and for all who Ethan loves the most!"

"Let me go," Kylie shouted. "You won't get away with this. Some people know where I've gone!"

As the guards struggled with Kylie, Dora plucked the phone out of Kylie's pocket. "You won't need this," she laughed. Then, as if as an afterthought, she said, "My address is not listed. How did you find it?"

Kylie looked Dora in the eyes and spat in her face. "Ethan gave it to me," she snapped, "and when he learns that I am missing, this will be the first place that he looks!"

"Be that as it may," Dora replied as she wiped the spittle off of her face, "we have known each other for decades. If I say that I haven't seen you, he will believe me. Furthermore, now that he knows that you are with William, he is even less likely to come to your rescue!"

"You are so sure of yourself," Kylie sighed as she checked the time on the clock. "You are so cocky. Why don't we bet on the outcome of this situation that we find ourselves in?"

"What are the terms?" Dora wondered; her curiosity perked.

"Let's bet on what will happen if I can't escape within the next two minutes…" Kylie suggested. She had entered the house at three PM. It was now three twenty-eight.

At exactly three twenty-nine, Lucas exited his car and made a mad dash for the Volkswagen that had parked behind him. Seeing him, two guards stepped out of the car, and Lucas quickly explained everything that he knew to them.