A deal with the devil

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Chapter 151

shirley was still trying to figure out what was happening. The housekeeper, who had just woken her up, said, “Mrs. Blackwood, you’re awake. All your things are packed. Please Wave Blackwood Manor immediately.”

Shirley’s mind cleared, and her gaze sharpened. “What’s going on?

The housekeeper lowered her head and muttered, “Mrs. Blackwood, these are Mr. Whitlock’s orders. Please don’t make things difficult for us.”

With that, the housekeeper turned and hurried away, disappearing through the door. Another housekeeper followed right behind, dragging Shirley’s suitcase along.

darkened. An uneasy feeling rose in her chest–Benjamin was

numb from sitting too long. The sudden movement caused her legs to tingle, and before she could steady herself,

for support, she pushed herself to

looking at Arthur, hoping

at Shirley’s disheveled appearance and let out a soft sigh. “These are Mr.

tightly into fists. She knew that if she left now, she would never

knew that once she was gone, there would no longer be a place for

said, offering a clean

noticed a scrape on her forehead with a little blood oozing from it. A small bump had formed around the wound, causing sharp pain

you,” Shirley