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.

he just stared ahead, expressionless, as if she were

on her heel and stormed back to her

swept every bottle of makeup off her vanity and sent them crashing to the

refused to see her, and now he'd cut off any way for her to reach the outside

She was completely isolated.

idea what was happening back

twisted

hell was Garry up to? Had he

Silveridge

and Children's Hospital - Maternity

plane touched down, it

were waiting for

the car, Carl took the wheel while Cedric and Stewart settled in the back

the silence first.

pinching the bridge of

the doctors

They just issued another critical condition

in a hard line, silent for a long moment before he finally asked, "Does Briony

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

"She's going to find

mother, she has a right to know. But we're

a little stronger before we break

Stewart didn't respond.

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