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.

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

up, intending to follow them, but her legs had gone numb from sitting too long. The sudden

her forehead hit the corner of the table with a loud thud. A sharp pain shot through her. Shirley gasped but didn’t have time to worry about the injury. Using the sofa for support, she pushed herself to her feet, dragging

going on?” Shirley asked, looking at Arthur, hoping he

soft sigh. “These are

feet, her hands clenching tightly into fists. She

she knew that once she was gone, there would no longer be a place for the Weiss family in

you should wipe that,” Arthur said, offering

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