Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Chapter 476

Had Rose hit her head, causing her a headache?

No matter where she was hurt, he would not let those people off the hook!

Seven or eight doctors took turns examining Rosemary again and again but found nothing abnormal.

"Boss is fine, no head injury."

"We’ve checked many times."

"Check again!" Romeo didn’t expect that the first word Rose uttered when she woke up was "head."

Her head must be hurting.

The doctors didn’t dare to slack off and examined Rose carefully several more times, still finding nothing abnormal.

Suddenly, someone suggested, "Could the boss mean that Mrs. Clark was hit in the head? If she woke up and the first thing she was concerned about was Mrs. Clark, it would make sense."

Everyone thought this was reasonable, so they hurriedly called the doctors to examine Carol.

But after a thorough examination, they still couldn’t find any abnormalities in Carol’s head.

Both of them had no head injuries.

It was normal.

"Could the boss mean that someone at the top hurt her? But she passed out before she could finish her sentence?"

"That’s possible, but who at the top? Which organization, and what’s the name?"

"It’s probably someone from Mount Doom," Clark, who was standing by, chipped in.

"Mount Doom?"

That was just a small group!

In this area, it couldn’t even make a ripple; no one took this group seriously, and no one looked for trouble with them because they were simply too insignificant.

"They usually keep a low profile, and no one knows that their numbers are large, and their influence almost spans the globe." Clark’s words left everyone in disbelief.

"Clark, you’re not joking, are you?"

"Are you sure you’re talking about Mount Doom?"

"A crappy little group like that could hurt the boss so bad?"

"Does that organization even have a hundred members?"

"Our boss could take on a hundred men with her skills."

Clark had seen the data in the package, so he knew that Carol was a member of this organization, and this organization was also after her.

Today, Rose and Carol’s injuries must have something to do with this organization.

At this moment, Romeo’s phone vibrated.

"Boss, we’ve found out that people from Mount Doom went to the foot of Misty Mountain in the southwest in the middle of the night. About three hours later, Ms. Rose came out of there, carrying someone on her back. It was a bloody battle back."

"Just the two of them? Against those guys??"

"To be precise, it was just Ms. Rose," Carl said, a hint of heartache in his voice. "It is said that the person on her back was unconscious at the time. It was Ms. Rose who fought her way back alone."

Romeo’s eyes darkened a few shades. "Is the information reliable?"

"Members of other gangs saw it with their own eyes," Carl added. "Boss, the guys from Mount Doom are scarier than we thought. Their influence spans the globe, and they have ties to many political circles. Essentially, they’re the hidden hands of those big shots. If we take a swing at them, we’ll hurt their left and right arms and our future."

"Call all our men."

Tonight, he was going to make sure this organization was wiped clean off the face of the earth!

After he hung up the phone, Jack and the others couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. McMillan, is it the Mount Doom gang?"

"Yeah."

"Figured it was those bastards!" Jack was itching to settle the score.

"Damn, what gave that gang the guts to mess with our people!"

"Let’s take it to them!"

"If we don’t wipe them out, I’ll spell my name backward!"

Romeo accepted a moist towel handed to him by a bystander, gently wiping the girl’s face.

"Rose, I’ll be back soon."

He waited for the doctor to finish dressing Rose’s wounds, then gave her forehead a tender kiss, saying, "Wait for me."

"Romeo, where are you going?" Clark seemed to guess something, showing a faint worry.

Romeo paused, his tall figure casting a shadow. "Clark, you’re still healing. Rose and Carol are in your hands. If Rose wakes up, let me know."

"Mr. McMillian, take us with you. We want to avenge our boss!"

"How could we miss out on this, right guys?"

"We have to let off this steam for our boss tonight, so everyone knows that if you mess with our boss, there’s only one outcome!"

That’s living! Worse! Than! Death!

Romeo knew that with Rose injured like this, the whole Mafia Flame couldn’t just stand by. He nodded, and they all left together.

Clark wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He knew that if it weren’t for Carol, Rose wouldn’t have been hurt like this.

With her skills, she could defend herself, but with one more person, the outcome would definitely be different.

Thinking about that, he felt guilty and upset.

The sky was completely bright; it was eight in the morning here, but in Solterra, it was ten at night.

There was a ten-hour time difference.

Unconsciously, a week had passed since Serena last called Clark.

This weekend, Serena took a special trip home and was even more upset to hear that Clark and Rosemary hadn’t returned.

At Martha’s instigation, she called Clark again.

Clark didn’t feel like answering, his mind filled with guilt for Rosemary and worry for her and Carol’s injuries.

But Serena was persistent, calling again and again, until finally, Clark had to answer.

"What is it, Serena."

Serena was even more upset to hear Clark’s cold tone, even a hint of impatience, but still suppressed her anger and started talking cautiously.

"I just came home for the weekend, didn’t see you, so I wanted to call you." Her tone was careful, intentionally acting timid. "Did I interrupt you and Rose’s fun time?"

Clark suddenly found her annoying, beating around the bush. Didn’t she just want to remind him of her existence? That they have this little sister?

"Serena, I told you, Rose and I are out taking care of some things. Don’t call or text me for a while, I’m busy."

All he was hoping for now was for Rose and Carol to wake up soon. He really didn’t have the energy to think about anything else.

"Clark, I’m sorry. I disturbed you." Serena started to whine, her voice choking up. "I just missed you. I didn’t mean anything else. I won’t call or text you anymore. I’m— I’m sorry, Clark."

Clark was even more irritated by her choking voice. "I haven’t finished dealing with things here. Once I do, I’ll keep my promises."

"No, no need, Clark. It’s okay." Serena sobbed intentionally. "Then, I’ll hang up first. Goodbye, Clark."