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.

minutes later, the jet was climbing

the cabin, Rosita swirled a glass of red wine, a cold smile playing on her lips. She

sky, Rosita drained her wine and set the glass aside. From her purse, she

barely stepped off

and Mrs. Winslow went to the Antiquarian Society. Apparently, Ms. Lockwood hurt her

eye on things

up and relayed the news to

twitched-once, then again, stronger each time. Briony was with Gwendolyn and the rest; there shouldn't be any trouble. Still, an uneasy feeling gnawed

go to the Antiquarian

Carl said, and jogged to the parking lot to fetch the

twenty-minute drive, but Stewart's

on it," he

was fueling Stewart's urgency,

anyway, shaving the trip down to

parked when Carl's phone

words came

expression changed.

the distance, sirens

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

have to search. A crowd had already gathered in

a stretcher. "Make

air was thick with

by the crowd, the large man stumbling

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