Westenmar, Capital City.

Garry Ferguson's Private Estate.

Rosita had been here for three days now.

Not once had Garry come home.

She'd asked Larson about it.

All he told her was that Garry had "important business" to attend to-what kind of business, he wouldn't say.

Something wasn't right. Rosita could feel it.

She thought about calling Garry, but when she reached for her phone, she

realized there was no signal.

More precisely, the signal was being blocked.

She turned to Larson with a hard stare. "What's Garry playing at?"

Larson's face didn't so much as twitch. His tone was strictly professional: "I'm sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I'm just following Mr. Ferguson's instructions. He must have his reasons for this. Please be patient."

Rosita's heart sank a little further.

Larson was Garry's right hand-if he'd been stationed here, it could only mean Garry had no plans to come back anytime soon. And he certainly wasn't planning on letting her leave.

glared at Larson, but he just stared

on her heel and stormed back to

closed, frustration exploded. She swept every bottle of makeup off

now he'd cut off

She was completely isolated.

what was happening back in Silveridge,

face twisted with

Garry up to?

Silveridge

Hospital -

plane touched down,

were waiting

the wheel while Cedric

silence first.

pinching the bridge of

the

They just

a hard line, silent for a long

to tell her about her brother. Right now, she just thinks the twins are in the NICU for observation because they

frowned. "She's going to find

As their mother, she has a right to know. But we're hoping to wait

a little stronger before we break

Stewart didn't respond.

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