Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Chapter 466

This was Carol’s "key card"—a symbol of her identity! How on earth did it end up in this girl’s hand?

Rosemary effortlessly flicked the key into the air, catching it with a swift movement before continuing to deal with the dangers surrounding her.

Could she be Carol? She had an agile form and skillful moves. Despite the girl’s clear eyes that didn’t resemble Carol’s, Mathew took a cautious step forward.

Mathew, swift as a gust of wind, appeared before Rosemary. He had intended to test her skills, but Romeo beat him to it, forcing him back a few steps after only a few exchanges.

"Who are you?" Mathew asked, his anger apparent. "Did Carol send you?"

Rosemary knocked down one of the henchmen, stepping on his stomach. She kicked up a hidden blade from the ground, holding it with lethal precision. With a teasing smirk, she retorted,

"Why should we answer your questions?"

Her arrogant and cool tone strangely reminded him of Carol.

With her youthful voice, Mathew guessed she was a friend of Carol’s, probably around the same age.

He had warned Carol not to make friends on her own, but she had continued to defy him.

Feeling betrayed, Mathew’s anger turned into cynical laughter.

"You’re stuck here today. Tell me where she’s hiding, and maybe I’ll spare your lives."

"You should be more concerned about where you’ll be buried."

Rosemary swiftly attacked, engaging Mathew in an evenly matched fight.

"You go ahead. I’ll handle this," Romeo took over, pushing Mathew back several steps.

More and more people flooded in, blocking the only exit.

Escape was no longer an option.

"They came in on their own. Even if they die, they’re asking for it!"

"Either hand over Carol, or we won’t leave you in one piece!"

"Mathew, they’ve destroyed all the data in the lab. Do you think they might have the data on them?"

If they did, it would be a disaster for their organization.

"Kill them." Mathew made his decision, not wanting to waste any more time.

Meanwhile, Rosemary’s phone vibrated in her backpack. She heard the buzzing sound coming from behind her, but she and Romeo were too preoccupied trying to find a way out.

Her phone kept buzzing. The caller was standing outside the castle, soaked by the rain.

No one answered on the other end.

Looking at the crowd in front of the castle, Dennis put away his phone and pleaded,

"I urgently need to speak to her. Please, let me in."

"Our boss is asleep. You can talk tomorrow," a group of about twenty men, armed and ready, stood in front of the entrance, blocking his way.

"I must see her today."

"Do you think you can see our boss whenever you want?"

"Bro, can’t you see what time it is? It’s 2 a.m. Aren’t you making things difficult for us?"

"Whatever it is, it can wait..."

The commotion attracted Tom’s attention.

With Jack and Jones absent, he was in charge.

Seeing Tom approaching, the group of men echoed,

"Bro Tom."

"What’s going on?"

"This guy insists on seeing the boss. He won’t listen to reason."

Tom looked up to see the wet figure of Dennis, whose eyes were filled with urgency and anxiety.

He was clearly desperate.

Tom stepped forward, whispering,

"Our boss isn’t here. Come back tomorrow if you have business with her."

"I don’t have time," Dennis looked desperately urgent. "I need to see her right now."

The crowd of twenty or so people was pissed.

"You think you can just see her whenever you want?"

"We show you some respect because you saved the boss once. Don’t get cocky."

"You want to see the boss? You’ll have to step over our dead bodies first."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Our boss isn’t your lackey—you can’t just see her whenever you want. Do you think you’re someone important?"

Even Romeo wasn’t that arrogant.

Did that little shit think he could boss them around just because he’d saved the boss before?

"Sorry then, no offense."

Dennis moved quickly.

Tom immediately intercepted, not intending to harm Dennis, but to explain the situation.

"The boss really isn’t here. She’s out."

"I don’t believe you."

Every second was precious to Dennis at that point. He had to see Rosemary Rose, and he couldn’t wait another moment.

"The truth is she’s out. You could search the whole mansion, but you aren’t going to find her," Tom still didn’t hit him hard—just dodged when he could.

He owed Dennis for saving the boss, after all.

But Dennis at that moment was quite different.

Desperate to see Rosemary, his blows were fierce and ruthless. In less than a minute, he’d landed several hits on Tom.

That naturally sparked outrage.

"Tom’s letting you off easy, and you’re pushing your luck!"

"Who the hell gave you the balls to cause trouble here?"

"Let me at him!"

Meanwhile, in the bedroom—

Clark had a terrible dream. He dreamt that Carol was suffering from the effects of some medication, crying in agony.

He wanted to help her but felt powerless. He could only clean her tears and hold her close.

Suddenly, a thunderclap jolted the night sky, waking Clark up from his nightmare, sweat beading on his forehead.

He realized that it was just a dream.

He sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his brow. He could hear the storm outside and, faintly, some sort of argument.

Ignoring the pain from his injuries, he got up and went to the window. It seemed like someone was trying to force their way into the mansion, and Rose’s men were stopping that person. A fight had broken out.

Growing worried, he opened his bedroom door. Seeing a guard not far away, he signaled for him to come over.

He didn’t expect his sister’s security to be even tighter than at Villa Cascada. There was a team of men guarding the second floor around the clock. It was extremely secure.

"Mr. Clark? You’re awake? Can I help you with something?"

The man speaking was Donald, one of Rosemary’s loyal aides.

Clark asked softly, "What’s going on outside?"

When Donald heard that, he explained,

"Someone wants to see the boss. We didn’t let him in."

"This late? Looking for Rose?"

Clark checked the clock on the wall. It was already 2:14 a.m.