Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 271

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 if she

her heel and

swept every bottle of makeup off her vanity and

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

She was completely isolated.

had no idea what was happening back in Silveridge, no

twisted with

the hell was Garry up to? Had he lost his

Silveridge

and Children's Hospital -

the time Stewart's plane touched down, it was already

were

while Cedric and Stewart settled in

the silence first.

pinching the bridge of his nose, froze

the

monitoring her closely. They just issued another

for a long moment before he finally asked,

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

frowned. "She's going to

has a right to know. But we're

little stronger before we

Stewart didn't respond.

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