Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 432

Rosemary glanced at Jack, who immediately clamped his mouth shut.

"Was Rose the one who developed the cure for the SIR virus in Antarctica?"

Now, it was Clark’s turn to be shocked. That virus had been rampant in Antarctica, causing countless deaths, with even a few cases popping up back home.

Clark had paid attention to the news back then, impressed by the brilliance of Professor Rosemary, as no one else in the world had been able to come up with a solution.

"You’re not the Professor Rosemary from Summerfield College, were you?" Clark asked, looking at the girl next to him in disbelief.

"Yep, that’s our boss! She completed all her studies at Summerfield College two years ago. Even the professors who taught her felt inferior, humbly accepting their role as her students. She’s now a distinguished professor at Summerfield College, one of the 66 influential figures since the college’s founding. That’s our boss!"

Rosemary glanced at Jack again. "That’s enough from you."

Jack clamped his mouth shut immediately, his eyes signaling he wouldn’t say any more.

"Why did you stay at Westerly College then?" Clark asked, walking alongside her.

"That’s because President Barton of Westerly College needed our boss’s cooperation in conducting some experiments," Jack began but quickly covered his mouth, once again using his sincere gaze to signal he wouldn’t say any more.

Rosemary was speechless.

Clark was surprised to discover his sister had so many different identities. Her headquarters, like her, was shrouded in mystery.

As Rosemary led him into the side building, the two guards standing watch respectfully greeted her,

"Boss."

Rosemary nodded slightly.

Why were there so many armed guards if they were here only for experiments?

Who were these people?

"Rose, who are these?"

"Guardians of the building," Jack answered vaguely.

Rosemary led Clark into the side building and down to the basement.

There were several empty rooms, the walls made of iron bars, making them look like giant cages. The cages were empty, exuding a chilly aura.

As they walked past, their footsteps echoed in the air. Sensor lights flickered on one by one, casting an eerie glow.

In the last cell were four individuals they had captured today. They were still unconscious, huddled together in a heap.

"They’re the ones connected to Carol’s disappearance?" Clark asked, his heart pounding.

"Yes."

As soon as Rosemary finished speaking, someone brought over two chairs. She sat down and lightly said,

"Clark, sit."

After Clark sat down, Rosemary directed one of her subordinates,

"Wake them up."

"Yes!" Jack pressed a switch on the wall.

Immediately, icy water cascaded from the ceiling of the cage like a heavy downpour.

Meanwhile, a transparent partition rose up from the floor, effectively shielding them from the splashing water droplets.

Rosemary and Clark remained dry, with not a single drop of water on them.

The four men in the cage were soaked to the bone, shocked awake by the bone-chilling cold. They realized they had not only been tied together but their hoods had also been removed.

The partition retracted into the floor, and Clark, unable to contain himself any longer, asked,

"Who are you people? Why did you call Carol a traitor? Where is Carol?"

Earlier in the car, his sister had briefly explained the situation to him. He had a feeling Carol’s disappearance was not straightforward.

"What do you know? Tell me!"

Any mention of Carol made Clark lose his usual composure.

One of the subordinates entered the cage and removed the gag from one of the men. Seeing that the man was about to bite his tongue off, the subordinate quickly stuffed the gag back in, giving him a few hard punches.

"Playing dirty with me? Boss, I suggest stripping them down to check for any gang tattoos or the like."

Strip them?

The eyes of the four men widened in horror. A soldier may be killed but not insulted. Being stripped naked and exposed to each other was worse than enduring torture.

"Go ahead." Rosemary stood up, her hand resting on Clark’s shoulder.

"I’ll step out for a bit. Feel free to ask them anything you want to know."

After Rosemary left the basement, her phone vibrated again. It was a call from Romeo.

Lost in her own world, Rosemary barely noticed the call.

With a swipe across the screen, Romeo’s voice echoed from the other end,

"Rose, you’re still not home?"

It was already nine in the evening.

"Almost there."

"What have you been up to all day?"

"Just dealing with stuff," Rosemary replied softly. "Just went out with Clark."

"What were you and Clark doing?"

Rosemary couldn’t exactly tell him that they had been out rounding up a few guys related to Clark’s missing girlfriend.

If Romeo knew she’d been risking her neck, facing off with a handful of armed thugs, he’d definitely be mad.

"We just hung out."

"So, what kept you busy all day?"

Not picking up calls, only replying to one or two messages.

"I had a small task to complete."

Helping Clark find his girlfriend could be considered a task, right?

"Was it dangerous?"

"Not at all. It was easy," Rosemary added. "Just took up some time."

"Indeed, it took up time."

She’d vanished for an entire day. He would have sent someone to look for her if it wasn’t for her message.

"Did you finish it?" Romeo asked, concern in his voice.

"Yep, it’s done."

They were just waiting for those guys to confess, then they’d have a lead.

"Are you hungry? Did you have dinner?"

Only at his question did Rosemary remember that she hadn’t eaten dinner. She had been staking out at Carol’s house for quite a long time to catch those guys.

To keep Romeo from worrying, Rosemary lied,

"I’ve eaten."

"I’ll send over some late-night snacks for you, Clark, and your parents. What do you feel like? Barbecue? Pastries? Or?"

"I’m not hungry, and I don’t want anything."

Rosemary wasn’t sure how much longer she would be occupied. To save him the trouble of waiting, she said,

"I’ll just take a shower and head to bed when I get home. You should sleep early as well. See you tomorrow."

Romeo’s eyes softened hearing the last three words.

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

He figured Rose must be tired after a day’s work. It wouldn’t be right to disturb her rest now. Tomorrow it was, then.

As long as they could meet.

"Get home soon, don’t stay out too long," Romeo added. "Let me know when you get home."

"Okay."

Glad that Romeo didn’t ask too many questions, Rosemary breathed a sigh of relief and hung up.

A while later, Clark emerged from the side building, much to Rosemary’s surprise.

"Did they say anything?"

"They didn’t spill a word." Clark seemed a bit down. "Jack stripped them down, but they don’t have any gang tattoos. We can’t tell who they are yet."

"Don’t worry, Jack will figure something out."

Clark gazed at the lawn in front of him, his eyes filled with desolation.

"Rose, where do you think Carol is now?"

"I can’t tell."

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