Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Chapter 643

"Don’t lay a finger on them!"

The silver-masked man, fearful of losing his leads, warned with an intensified tone,

"These people are needed by our boss. If you don’t want to end up six feet under, hand them over peacefully."

Jack sneered,

"No matter who he is, he’d have to make way for my boss. Your boss is insignificant in comparison. If my boss is in a good mood, she may spare your boss’s life. But if not, the only ones buried will be you."

The silver-masked man didn’t expect such audacity in Dawnstar. He swallowed his anger and asked,

"Who exactly is your boss?"

"Your daddy."

Jack took another swing and ordered his henchmen,

"Take them away. I can handle these punks myself."

Seeing those men being led away, the silver-masked man seethed with rage,

"You’re asking for it!"

Gordon pulled up to the mansion,

"Ms. Rose, it’s getting late. You should get some rest."

"Thank you for the ride."

Rosemary stepped out of the car, greeted by the security guard at the main entrance.

"Ms. Rose."

"Still working at this hour?"

"It’s my shift tonight."

Rosemary nodded,

"Thank you for your hard work."

Inside the mansion...

A few maids rushed forward as Rosemary walked in.

"Ms. Rose, dinner is ready. Please come with us."

Rosemary hadn’t expected them to stay up this late for her, let alone the extravagant spread that her uncle had ordered.

"If there’s anything not to your liking, Ms. Rose, please let us know."

The man in the chef’s uniform smiled politely.

"My name is Arthur."

"You can call me Bowen," a plump man grinned warmly.

Rosemary smiled back.

"Did you two prepare this meal?"

"Yes, we did."

"Please, enjoy."

"Thank you."

Rosemary glanced at the clock — half past midnight.

"You should go rest now."

"We’re not tired."

Both chefs stood by, eager to hear Rosemary’s feedback.

Rosemary picked up a piece of fish but paused just before taking a bite.

Both chefs tensed up.

"Is it not to your liking, Ms. Rose?"

"We can make something else."

Rosemary’s eyes softened.

"It smells wonderful. It just reminded me of my mother."

The two chefs exhaled in relief, having feared Rosemary didn’t like it.

They saw Rosemary eat the meat, veggies, soup, and even finish the spaghetti.

"Everything is perfect. There’s nothing to improve."

Rosemary wiped her lips with a napkin, grabbed her bag, and said,

"I’ll leave the cleaning to you."

"Not a problem, Ms. Rose. Get some rest."

"Yes, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As Rosemary ascended the stairs, she suddenly steadied herself on the railing, pausing for a moment before she continued upstairs.

At 1:30 a.m., the light in Rosemary’s room went out.

After a while, a group of men stealthily intruded into her room.

Bathed in the dim moonlight, they saw the girl on the bed, sound asleep.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, making her look as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

She was a real beauty. What a pity she won’t live to see the dawn.

They each reached into their pockets and unsheathed their knives.

A murderous glint flashed in their eyes as they all lunged at her.

In the blink of an eye, Rosemary threw open her eyelids, swiftly wrapped their knives in her blanket, and tossed them aside.

The lights flicked on at Rosemary’s touch, illuminating the entire room.

Arthur, Bowen, and the four maidservants never imagined they’d fall into a trap.

Ms. Rose remained unscathed and was even leisurely watching them.

How could this be?

They had used tenfold the dose of the sleeping drug.

At this time, Rosemary should be in a deep slumber, motionless.

"Did you find out when you were eating the fish?" Arthur asked incredulously.

Rosemary curled her lips.

The drug was child’s play to her. To even think of using it against her was an insult.

"If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Elliot was the one who recruited you."

That was why Rosemary did not expose them at the dinner table.

She chose to play along.

If she had revealed the tampered fish then, the only suspects would have been the two cooks.

But she played their game, and now, even the four maidens revealed themselves.

"Mr. Elliot exposed his identity. You knew Uncle Bard would conduct a thorough investigation, so you decided to eliminate me — the obstacle — before he could."

She had anticipated this possibility even before she returned home.

"But how did you know Mr. Elliot had accomplices?" Arthur asked nervously.

"Uncle Bard isn’t naive. If one wanted to plant someone close to him, he wouldn’t just place one person. There must be someone working with Mr. Elliot, either within the house or outside. Now we know."

"Missy, being too smart isn’t always a good thing."

"Neither is being overconfident."

Rosemary quickly attacked.

Arthur could barely fend off a few blows before getting hit in the chest.

He stared at Rosemary in disbelief.

How could a young girl pack such a punch?

She didn’t even use a weapon, yet her punch felt like a stab to his heart.

Seeing this, Bowen once again drew a small knife from his pocket.

But before he could strike Rosemary, she disarmed him and wounded his shoulder.

The four maidservants were clearly no match for Rosemary either.

"Who are you?" Bowen held his bleeding shoulder and glared at the young girl.

Her skills obviously came from special training.

This made him recall a famous figure from years ago.

However, that person was older and had long retired.

Her skills were half similar, half different.

Who was she?

She couldn’t possibly be just a simple rich girl.

Just then, Gordon arrived with two teams of bodyguards, splitting up to surround the villa.

The bedroom door was kicked open, revealing a team of bodyguards. The other team entered from the balcony.

All possible escape routes were cut off.

"Gordon?"

Arthur and the others didn’t expect Gordon to arrive with reinforcements.

Did Rosemary tip him off?

"Ms. Rose said someone poisoned her food. She asked me to bring men up as soon as her room lights up. I didn’t expect it to be you traitors," Gordon commanded.

"Take them away."

Bowen scoffed.

They had come prepared to kill!

He nodded at his accomplices.

They each threw a handful of white powder into the air.

The white powder cascaded down, blanketing the room like snowfall.