Will Be Gone 2

Chapter 2 She’s Gone
Anastasia chucked the divorce papers right in Felton’s face, grabbed her suitcase, and walked out.
Felton stood there, stunned. By the time he snapped out of it, she was already gone.
Scowling, he slammed his fist into the wall.
“Damn it. Damn you, Anastasia!”
She actually had the nerve to throw the papers in his face.
A Rolls-Royce parked not far away from the Gutierrez’s villa.
Anastasia spotted the plate and smirked before heading over and sliding into the car.
“Welcome back, Anastasia,” came a deep voice from the driver’s seat.
Anastasia laughed and threw herself at the man. “Big brother, I missed you!”
Hobert Carney ruffled her hair with a gentle smile. “Want me to go teach that jerk a lesson?”
“Don’t bother.”
Her voice was quiet, heavy. She sniffled and blinked back the tears before speaking again.
“From now on, I’m just a Carney. Felton’s got nothing to do with me anymore.”
“Damn right. You’re our little princess. He’s not worth another second of your time.
“Dad and Deandre are waiting for you at home.”
As Hobert spoke, he gently wiped the tear from her eye.
The car started moving. Anastasia took one last look at the Gutierrez’s villa, resolve flickering in her eyes.
“Goodbye, Felton. Three years down the drain,” she thought.
At the villa, Felton couldn’t stop thinking about Anastasia. He was starting to think he had lost his mind. His face was tense as he rubbed his throbbing forehead.
But her final words wouldn’t leave his head.
He started to wonder if there was another reason Raquel had left back then.
Just as suspicion was gnawing at him, his phone rang.
He picked up. “What is it?”
“Boss, Ms. Fletcher woke up but passed out again.”
Felton froze. Then he grabbed his coat and rushed out.
A few minutes later, he came to the VIP ward. He felt a twinge of guilt seeing the pale, unconscious woman lying in the bed.
He reached down, adjusted the blanket around her, and turned to his assistant, Arnoldo Wilson. “What happened?” he asked coldly.
“Ms. Fletcher woke up asking for you. I tried to calm her, but she got too worked up and passed out. The doctors checked her just now.
“Nothing serious. Just anemia from poor nutrition. That’s why she is weak,” Arnoldo explained, keeping his head down.
His silence sent a chill through Arnoldo.
Then he spoke. “From now on, any updates about Raquel, you tell me right away.”
Arnoldo nodded, but something flickered across his face.
Felton caught it instantly. His brows pulled together. “What else?”
“Well, it’s about Ms. Carney.
“Everything about her, photos, records, anything online, it’s all gone. Like she never existed,” Arnoldo said.
Felton’s eyes turned sharp. After a long pause, he said, “Find out who did it.”
He had a gut feeling that Anastasia wasn’t who she claimed to be.
Three days later, Quelston’s business world was rocked by a bombshell.