Carl watched as Rosita's face darkened, his expression never wavering from its polite professionalism. "This diamond," he said, voice measured and calm, "was custom-commissioned at great expense by Mr. Wentworth. It has always belonged to someone else. You've had it long enough, Ms. Lockwood. It's time to return it."

Rosita clenched her jaw, fury simmering in her eyes, but she knew she had no choice.

She strode over to the safe and retrieved a velvet jewelry box, deep blue and elegant.

Carl took it from her, opening it to check the contents.

Inside lay the diamond, dazzling and flawless-a rare natural stone from South Africa, one of a kind, worth a fortune.

He pulled on a pair of white gloves and lifted the diamond for inspection, turning it carefully under the light.

Etched on the inside were two letters: BK.

Satisfied it was genuine, Carl placed the diamond back in the box and closed the lid with a quiet snap.

He nodded coolly at Rosita. "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Lockwood."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, the box in hand.

Rosita stood there, her face twisted with barely contained rage.

...

Daisy stepped out of

carried out boxes, loading

mattresses-one from Rosita's bedroom, the other from the

saw the mattresses being carted out, her composure finally

a finger at the movers, her voice sharp with anger. "I don't want that mattress anymore! You don't need

standing to one side, raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure

one of the top

used. Mr. Wentworth certainly won't be keeping

hands balled into fists, humiliation burning

if throwing her out wasn't enough-now Stewart wanted to make a show of discarding even the

a blatant,

spat, closing her eyes as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Then, turning to Daisy, she said tightly, "Daisy, go start

in the garage is also registered under Mr. Wentworth's name. I'm

Rosita froze.

finally broke. Tears welled up and spilled down her

your own ride,

hard her jaw shook. She

place for her

go steadied her, and by the time she left, she shot Carl a cold, defiant glare, holding her head high

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