Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 267

Rosita told Daisy to wait for her outside the Antiquarian Society with the car running.

When she emerged, she slid into the back seat and said, "Take me straight to the airport."

Daisy gaped at her in shock. "Rosita, are you leaving the country?"

Rosita, already rummaging through her bag for a change of clothes, began slipping out of her current outfit. "I've wrapped up all my scenes with the production," she explained, pulling on a simple, elegant dress. "I want to study abroad for a while, and the agency worked everything out. I'll probably be gone for a year or two."

"Two years?" Daisy's surprise turned to dismay, and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "But what about me...?"

"Talk to Jean," Rosita said, fastening her dress. "I've already spoken to her. She'll have you assist with some of the other clients for now. When I get back, you'll come work with me again."

Daisy's face brightened with relief. She'd grown fond of working with Rosita, and the idea that they'd be reunited someday made everything easier to bear.

Rosita tossed her old clothes into a bag.

At the airport, she said her goodbyes to Daisy, then turned and strode inside without looking back.

In the private terminal, Garry's right-hand man, Larson, was waiting for her.

"Ms. Lockwood," Larson greeted her with a slight bow. "Mr. Ferguson arranged a private jet. We'll be flying straight to Westenmar."

Rosita handed him the bag with her clothes. "Find someone to donate these for me."

Larson took the bag with a nod. "Understood."

Rosita slipped on a pair of sunglasses. "Let's go."

Larson led her inside.

was

swirled a glass of red wine, a cold smile playing on her lips. She thought the blood pooling beneath Briony looked even more

and set the glass aside. From her purse, she withdrew a psychology book, leaned back, and began to read, completely at

stepped off their own flight when

Winslow went to the Antiquarian Society. Apparently, Ms. Lockwood hurt her hand, so the last close-up is being filmed with Ms.

on things and update us right

hung up and relayed the news to

was with Gwendolyn and the rest; there shouldn't be any trouble. Still, an uneasy feeling gnawed at

the Antiquarian Society. Now," Stewart

said, and jogged to the

was a twenty-minute drive, but Stewart's anxiety

on it," he

know what was fueling

shaving the trip down

parked when Carl's phone rang

hurt!" The words

changed.

the distance, sirens wailed,

clenched, dread swelling until it drowned out everything else. He didn't

to search. A crowd had already gathered in

rushed in, pushing a stretcher. "Make way! Step aside,

air was thick

was jostled by the crowd, the large man stumbling but regaining his

saw it: blood everywhere,