Chapter 389

Early the next morning.

Rosita was still tangled in dreams when a commotion downstairs yanked her back to reality.

She could just make out Daisy's startled voice rising in protest.

"What are you doing? Hey! Who are you people? You can't just come in here without permission="

Rosita's brow furrowed. The sudden noise left her head throbbing.

She dragged herself out of bed, threw on a cardigan, and opened her door, heading downstairs to see what was going on.

No sooner had she reached the first floor than Daisy rushed over, panic written on her face.

"Rosita, they're saying we have to move out!"

Rosita froze, struggling to take it in.

At the center of the commotion stood Carl, flanked by a team of movers.

One look at the scene and Rosita's heart sank.

"Carl, what is this about?"

"Ms. Lockwood," Carl said, approaching her with a stiff, impersonal expression, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following instructions."

Rosita's gaze swept over the movers in their uniforms, her face growing pale.

"Did Stewart send you?"

Carl smiled coldly. "Yes, Mr. Wentworth said that since you're now Mr. Ferguson's wife, it's no longer appropriate for you to stay in property under his name."

Rosita's fingers tightened around her cardigan.

at Carl. "Stewart must be mistaken about something. Let me call him

to waste your time, Ms. Lockwood," Carl replied, his tone flat. "Mr. Wentworth has put me fully in charge

color. She swayed unsteadily, her slender frame on the verge

support her, worry

eyes shimmering with tears. "How could Stewart do this to me? Has

right through her, unmoved. "Ms. Lockwood, I

Rosita stared at him.

What had she done?

it be... Did he mean the phone call she made to

know about

he

Stewart must have misunderstood

Ms. Lockwood. Mr. Wentworth's orders are clear: you

clenched as she looked at

trusted aide. If he was here, and speaking this

the time to bargain. If she tried to hold

make Stewart

and steadied herself. "I understand. But I have a lot to pack.

Wentworth anticipated it

you to

difficult for you to

alone-that's why I've brought

with me. Don't

to you will

a

Stewart could be so ruthless-cutting her off with no room for

but she understood-she

Regret flooded her.

She'd been too reckless.

She'd miscalculated.

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