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.

Larson, but he just stared ahead, expressionless, as

boiling inside, Rosita spun on her heel and stormed back to

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

and now he'd cut off any way for her

She was completely isolated.

was happening back in

face twisted with

up to?

Silveridge

and Children's Hospital - Maternity

time Stewart's plane touched down,

Carl were waiting for

Carl took the wheel while Cedric and Stewart

first. "My

still pinching the bridge of

did the

closely. They just issued

in a hard line, silent for

no idea," Cedric answered, his voice heavy. "None of us dared to tell her about her brother.

"She's going to find out sooner

she has a right to

before we break it

Stewart didn't respond.

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