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Mrs. Prescott was a soft–hearted woman. In the end, she forgave Gavin.
At this point, Rosita couldn’t help but sigh. “Word is, Gavin’s turned into the ultimate doting husband lately. He and Mrs. Prescott are even planning a big thirtieth anniversary
party–sometime at the end of the month, I think?”
Lauren was so furious she hung up on the spot.
Hearing the abrupt click and the busy signal that followed, Rosita’s mood soared.
She knew that Lauren wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of Gavin living so well. There was no way she’d just let it go.
Give it a few days, and Lauren would lose her composure and go looking for Gavin.
And when that moment came, it would be the lowest point of Lauren’s life.
A cold, calculating smile tugged at Rosita’s lips as she contemplated her little victory.
Just then, her phone started ringing again–an unfamiliar number this time.
Rosita didn’t think much of it and hung up right away.
After taking a shower and getting changed, she found her phone still buzzing insistently with the same number.
She hesitated, but finally answered. “Hello? Who is this?”
“It’s me. Ottilie Kensington.”
A woman’s voice came through the line. “I have something you might want. How about we make a deal?”
Rosita frowned. “What is it?”
“It’s about Briony.”
Rosita’s brows shot up. Something about Briony?
“What is it?” she repeated, more cautious this time.
“Let’s meet. I’ll show you in person.”
Rosita thought for a moment, then said, “Fine. Come find me at the Lunar Heights Estate.”
Half a month had passed since Briony returned to Northborough.
Little Nina had already settled in well.
Every morning, Briony took her daughter to preschool before heading to her studio. Word had spread among her old clients that she was back, and they were practically tripping over
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themselves to work with her again.
But Briony’s priorities had shifted–her focus was no longer on the studio. Lately, she’d been engrossed in a project for an animation company in Cloudcrest City.
The animation blended traditional culture with her exquisite hand–drawn art; every frame passed under her brush.
Most days, she spent her time holed up in her workshop.
Technically, the four of them lived under the same roof, but in reality, it was rare for the entire family to be together except at dinner. Their busy schedules kept them apart; sometimes, days went by when she barely saw anyone.
One thing that had made Briony’s life easier these past two weeks: Stewart was away on a business trip.
Monday morning, Briony’s phone rang–it was Ferdinand.
“You’re in Northborough?” Briony paused, paintbrush in hand. “Business trip?”
“Yeah. A rather important patient asked me to come, so they flew me in by private jet,” Ferdinand replied, his voice warm and gentle. “It’ll take some time to manage the case, so I’ll be staying here for a while.”
Briony’s eyes curved with a smile. “Little Nina will be thrilled to hear that.”
“I’ve missed her, to be honest.” Ferdinand added, “Are you free this afternoon?”
“I am, but Little Nina doesn’t get out of school until four.”
“How about we have dinner together?”
Briony laughed. “Sounds good. My treat–I’ll send you the restaurant details later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
At four o’clock, Briony went to pick up Little Nina and Crystal.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the hostess led them to their reserved private dining room.
As they walked past another room, the door suddenly swung open.
Jeannie stepped out. Spotting Briony, her face lit up with delight. “Ma’am!”
Briony stopped in her tracks, surprised to run into Jeannie here of all places.
Jeannie beamed. “What a coincidence! Are you here for dinner too? Mr. Wentworth and Irwin
are both inside! Since we’ve run into each other, why not join us?”
A faint frown creased Briony’s brow.
Had Stewart returned from his business trip already?
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