Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Chapter 482

At that moment, Romeo was leading his gang in a sweep of victory, undefeated in every battle. His phone buzzed at that exact moment—it was a message from Rose.

She’s awake!

Romeo’s eyes lit up with delight, his voice softening considerably. "Pull over."

The mighty caravan of cars came to a halt, conveniently right in front of the Specter Syndicate’s front door.

This scared the living daylights out of the Specter Syndicate.

"Please, sir, have mercy, spare us."

"We don’t have anything to do with Mount Doom—we’ve never even crossed paths."

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Jack found it amusing and lowered his car window.

"Relax, we’re not here for you—just passing through."

"Pass through?" The man seemed relieved, almost ready to bow in gratitude. "Thank you, sir. It’s an honor for us if you’d like to take a break here. Are you thirsty? Perhaps tired? I’ll bring you some refreshments."

Seeing them rush into the house to fetch food and drinks, Jack joked with Jones beside him.

"Do they think we’re some sort of villains?"

"Of course. With all the commotion we’ve caused here today, anyone would think we’re here to take over all the organizations and rule the roost."

"Heh, if they don’t have the guts, they shouldn’t be in this business. Look at how scared they are."

At this point, Romeo got out of his car, signaling Carl to surrender the driver’s seat. He intended to leave first.

Jack was baffled and quickly called Carl.

"Where’s Mr. McMillian headed? Why did he leave us behind?"

"Ms. Rose woke up. The remaining Sable Thorns are for us to handle," Carl explained.

"The boss woke up? I need to go see her!"

Upon hearing this, Jones immediately expressed, "I want to go too. I wonder how she’s doing, if she’s getting better."

"Let me finish off these jerks first, then I’ll get the boss her favorite snacks."

"Give it a rest, man. Right now, she only wants to see Romeo. So back off."

In the living room, Clark looked at his sister’s slightly pale face, feeling a pang of heartache.

"Why didn’t you call me or any of your men at the time?"

At least to have someone back her up.

How dangerous it must’ve been for a girl to fight alone?

Rosemary was a bit puzzled by this. Was Clark forgetting something?

She did want to call for backup at the time—at least to get Carol to safety.

But when she took out her phone, it showed 73 missed calls from Clark, and the next second, the screen dimmed and shut down due to low battery.

"Did your phone die?" Clark remembered that his men had charged Rose’s phone after dressing her wounds.

Could it be that he had called too many times and drained the battery?

"The phone ran out of battery because of that?"

"It’s me." Clark felt even more guilty. "I called too many times and drained your battery."

How desperate and upset she must’ve felt at that time!

But Rosemary was just a bit puzzled.

Her phone died as soon as she took it out. She was speechless at that moment.

"I’m sorry, Rose. I didn’t help. Instead, I caused you trouble."

Seeing Clark’s guilt, Rosemary dismissed it casually.

"It’s not your fault. I should’ve charged my phone before leaving."

"Don’t worry about comforting me. I know it’s my fault for making so many calls."

His little sister had suffered so much because of him and endured so much pain.

If he had known, he would have controlled himself better!

He was just too selfish!

"Clark, they are not ordinary people. Whoever went would have been hurt."

She would rather be the one hurt than to watch those young ones suffer the same.

A single punch from them was enough to cause pain for weeks.

"It must hurt a lot." Clark looked at her with a pained expression. "What can I do to help? Get you some medicine or something?"

"I want to eat something."

"I’ll go get you something from the kitchen." Clark quickly stood up and headed toward the kitchen.

Rosemary lifted her eyes to look at Carol, who was lying quietly not far away.

There were no new injuries on her.

On the way back, Rosemary was barely conscious—afraid she couldn’t protect Carol and add to her injuries.

Fortunately, everything was okay.

"Here’s the food." Clark wheeled over a trolley filled with all kinds of delicious food. "They made all these before they left. They’ve been kept warm on the heated table."

Rosemary recognized who made the food just by looking at them.

Given their temperament, seeing her in this state, they had probably wanted to grab a knife and fight.

"When I found out they were planning to avenge you, they begged me not to stop them."

Clark pushed the trolley next to the sofa and chuckled.

"Your little gang is really loyal."

Much more loyal than any he had seen.

"It’s a bond forged through life and death," Rosemary explained.

Moreover, in her heart, she never really saw them as subordinates.

Even though they called her boss, she never saw herself as one. She treated them as equals and always shared everything with them.

"There aren’t many ’bosses’ like you." Clark looked at his sister gently, his eyes full of approval.

Even though Serena had been with the Collins family for eighteen years and he had only known Rose for a month...

Deep down, he didn’t want to compare his two sisters, but he had to admit Rose was much better than Serena.

This was not just about being academically excellent or talented but about her character, her magnanimity, her courage, and her charisma.

These qualities not only made her stand out among her peers but also made her unique in the world.

Even he was attracted to her character and personality.

She was truly exceptional—truly deserving of the admiration she received.

"Rose..."

At that moment, a handsome figure rushed over.

Rosemary barely had time to lift her gaze before she was swept up into Romeo’s arms.

Romeo knew she was injured, so he held her gently—carefully.

Rosemary could smell his familiar scent.

"Finished with work?"

"Just one more thing left to do. I left it to Jack and the others." Romeo bent down to kiss her, holding her for a while before he asked softly, "Hungry? I’ll feed you."

Clark silently moved aside. Romeo gave him a look.

"Clark, thank you for taking care of her."

"It’s okay."

She’s his sister, after all. It’s only right that he should take care of her.

"Only a few of your people got hurt. The rest are fine."