Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Chapter 460

"I wouldn’t dare. You’re a veteran. Even if you interrupt the boss, she won’t blame you."

"Who says so? You’re a newbie, and you won’t be faulted for your ignorance. It’s best if you go."

"No, no, no. Even if I had a hundred guts, I wouldn’t dare."

Two underlings were passing the buck to each other outside the door when suddenly, the door swung open.

Startled by the icy aura of the girl standing in front of them, the pair quickly declared in unison, "Boss, dinner’s ready."

Rosemary glanced at the darkening sky and couldn’t help but ask, "Any news from Mafia C?"

"Eh? News? What news?"

The two underlings were stumped. What news could there possibly be from Mafia C? Wait, was there supposed to be any news?

Rosemary was somewhat puzzled. By all means, Romeo should have reached the triangular zone by now and would have contacted her immediately. Why hadn’t he arrived yet? Should she call and check? What if he was just held up by work, and she would be interrupting him?

With these thoughts in mind, Rosemary dismissed the idea. "We’ll eat later."

She closed the door once again.

The two underlings exchanged glances. Why was the boss increasingly interested in the affairs of Mafia C?

Ever since the alliance was formed, anyone who disrespected Mafia C was crushed under the boss’s orders.

"Clark, how is it going?"

After entering the study, Rosemary turned her gaze to Clark, who was busy checking the templates.

She had just decrypted the chip hidden in the pendant that Carol had given to Mr. Earwood. There were ten templates in total, each filled with different combinations of letters.

Clark had matched the odd code inscribed on the heart-shaped pendant that Carol had given to Mrs. Earwood with the templates, and the result was 21.1 degrees north latitude, 99.2 degrees east longitude, and one word — dangerous.

"Where’s this?" Clark was somewhat surprised, and he hadn’t expected to get such a location.

Was Carol trying to tell him that this place was dangerous?

"This place is in the triangular zone, but no one operates there."

It could be said to be a very remote place.

"Could Carol have left something there? I have to go." Clark stood up, ready to leave.

"You’re injured like this, better not. I’ll go instead," Rosemary offered.

She glanced at the silver key in her hand. This was found by Mrs. Earwood in the scarf that Carol had gifted her.

Could it be a key to something?

She would bring it along just in case.

"No." Clark refused. "Your underlings said it too. There are several forces looking for you lately. It’s safer for you to stay here."

He couldn’t let his sister take the risk!

"I’ll be quick. There won’t be any trouble." Rosemary didn’t give him a chance to refuse. "Let’s eat first. I’m hungry."

Only then did Clark realize that they hadn’t eaten for half a day while investigating the clues Carol had left behind.

She must be starving.

Thinking this, he felt guilty again.

"Alright, let’s get some grub." Clark descended the staircase with her, but before they could even reach the dining table, the sound of an airplane landing outside the mansion echoed through the air.

One of her associates sprinted in, his face as pale as a ghost. "Boss, the head of Group S is here! It looks like he’s landing on our airstrip. Should we stop him?"

Even though their two gangs had already formed an alliance, the mansion was still their boss’s personal territory. To brazenly land his plane on her airstrip without so much as a heads-up... wasn’t that a tad...

overbearing?

"Let him land." Rosemary’s eyes softened a fraction. "Send someone to greet him."

"Huh?" The associate thought he had misheard her, but under the weight of her gaze, he quickly complied.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

The Rosemary of old feared nothing and nobody — not even God. Why was she being so courteous to Group S now?

Sure, Group S had a formidable reputation, but there was no need to kowtow to them so!

The associate was a tad confused. It seemed as though Rosemary had gone soft, but he dared not voice his thoughts. Instead, he just led the welcome party.

Clark noticed that though Rosemary had originally planned to eat, upon hearing of Romeo’s arrival, she turned on her heel and headed towards the airstrip, not bothering to hide her anticipation.

Love really does conquer all.

Clark could only follow his sister’s lead and join her in welcoming his future brother-in-law.

Once the plane had landed and the doors opened, a tall, austere man appeared before them.

His icy gaze and regal demeanor made him seem like a mountain, so imposing that those below him dared not breathe too loudly.

His right-hand man, Carl, trailed behind him.

Carl thought, Boss, you’re the one who wanted to see Ms. Rose. Why did you have to drag me along? I want to go home, and I want a vacation!

Rosemary’s men were rightfully wary of this new visitor. After all, he’d led Group S in many groundbreaking operations back in the triangular zone.

As the man descended the stairs, they nervously greeted him. "Mr. McMillian."

This was Mr. McMillian’s first visit to their mansion, and his assertive entry left them unsure of his intentions.

"Where’s your boss?" Carl asked, worried that Ms. Rose was off investigating something on her own again.

"Our boss..." the associate began but then spotted Rosemary approaching.

She had a cool, aloof air about her, and the wind whipping through her hair gave her a certain feminine charm.

Romeo’s gaze softened when he saw her, and he walked over to wrap her in his arms.

They hadn’t seen each other in days, and Romeo’s hug was noticeably tighter.

The seven or eight associates were flabbergasted, their eyes nearly popping out of their skulls. What was going on?

The head of Group S was making a move on their boss, right in front of them.

More importantly, why wasn’t Rosemary kicking him where it hurt?

Instead...

She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with bright eyes. "Weren’t you supposed to arrive at noon?"

The associates’ jaws dropped.

Was their boss... in a relationship?