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.

her chest–Benjamin was going to kick her out

from sitting too long. The sudden movement caused her legs to tingle,

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 her numb legs as she rushed out, only to find her suitcase already placed outside Blackwood Manor.

Shirley asked, looking at Arthur, hoping he would give

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

the suitcase at Arthur’s feet, her hands clenching tightly into fists. She knew that if she left now, she would never

she knew that once she was gone, there would no longer

should wipe that,” Arthur said, offering a

on her forehead with a little blood oozing

you,” Shirley