Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 267

Rosita told Daisy to wait for her outside the Antiquarian Society with the car running.

When she emerged, she slid into the back seat and said, "Take me straight to the airport."

Daisy gaped at her in shock. "Rosita, are you leaving the country?"

Rosita, already rummaging through her bag for a change of clothes, began slipping out of her current outfit. "I've wrapped up all my scenes with the production," she explained, pulling on a simple, elegant dress. "I want to study abroad for a while, and the agency worked everything out. I'll probably be gone for a year or two."

"Two years?" Daisy's surprise turned to dismay, and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "But what about me...?"

"Talk to Jean," Rosita said, fastening her dress. "I've already spoken to her. She'll have you assist with some of the other clients for now. When I get back, you'll come work with me again."

Daisy's face brightened with relief. She'd grown fond of working with Rosita, and the idea that they'd be reunited someday made everything easier to bear.

Rosita tossed her old clothes into a bag.

At the airport, she said her goodbyes to Daisy, then turned and strode inside without looking back.

In the private terminal, Garry's right-hand man, Larson, was waiting for her.

"Ms. Lockwood," Larson greeted her with a slight bow. "Mr. Ferguson arranged a private jet. We'll be flying straight to Westenmar."

Rosita handed him the bag with her clothes. "Find someone to donate these for me."

Larson took the bag with a nod. "Understood."

Rosita slipped on a pair of sunglasses. "Let's go."

Larson led her inside.

later, the jet was climbing smoothly into

a glass of red wine, a cold smile playing on her lips. She thought the blood pooling beneath Briony looked even

plane soared through the sky, Rosita drained her wine and set the glass aside. From her purse, she withdrew a psychology book, leaned back,

had barely stepped off their own flight when Carl's

Antiquarian Society. Apparently, Ms. Lockwood hurt her hand, so the last close-up is being filmed with

Carl replied. "Keep an eye on things and update

up and relayed

time. Briony was with Gwendolyn and the rest; there shouldn't be any trouble.

Antiquarian Society.

and jogged to the parking lot to fetch the

drive, but Stewart's anxiety mounted with

it,"

didn't know what was fueling Stewart's urgency, but he pressed

shaving the trip down

parked when Carl's phone rang

hurt!" The words

changed.

the distance, sirens

heart clenched, dread swelling until it drowned out everything else. He didn't hesitate—he flung the door open and ran straight into

A crowd had already gathered in

him, paramedics rushed in, pushing a stretcher. "Make way!

thick

the large man stumbling but

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