Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Chapter 650

Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Rosemary casually instructed Gordon,

"Spread his current location as soon as possible."

"Roger that." Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.

Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Rosemary by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked,

"Are you guys working for Darren?"

"That’s not for you to ask," Rosemary retorted coldly.

"What should I do next?"

"Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite."

With no other choice, Cornell complied.

"We’ll head to his place first."

Rosemary deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Rosemary and whispered,

"Ms. Rose, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?"

"He’s more afraid of us bolting on him."

Gordon glanced back, and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they’d vanish.

Gordon decided to let it slide.

"If he wants to stay alive, he’ll cooperate," Rosemary confidently declared.

Ten minutes later.

Cornell returned home with a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Cornell didn’t dare to answer it, looking to Rosemary for guidance. Rosemary motioned for him to ignore it.

The person outside hammered on the door for a while, eventually losing patience and kicking the door open.

About a dozen masked figures flooded into the room, their arrival as chilling as the grim reaper’s descent.

Cornell, pretending to eat his porridge, was so scared that his spoon slipped from his grasp. He stumbled back, pleading,

"Elliot, Mr. Elliot, you promised to spare me."

The group’s leader, Mr. Elliot, stared at him coldly,

"Finally gotcha."

He lunged forward, clutching Cornell’s throat.

"Didn’t think you’d have the guts to hide right under our noses. Since we’re acquainted, I might as well send you off myself."

Cornell desperately slapped at Mr. Elliot’s hand, but the latter’s grip was as tight as a vice. He was quickly running out of air.

Just then, a slender hand swiftly appeared. Mr. Elliot tried to block it, but Rosemary managed to shield Cornell in a flash.

Mr. Elliot squinted, recognizing her.

"You again?"

Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the exit.

It was then that they realized they’d walked into a trap.

"Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You’re getting bolder," Mr. Elliot sneered.

Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He’d almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot, and initially thought Rosemary wouldn’t save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he’d thought.

"Little girl, you’re quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You’ve certainly changed my perception of rich girls," Mr. Elliot sneered at Rosemary.

"Unfortunately for you, you’re not getting away today!"

"Less talk, more action." Rosemary lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchblade.

The others joined the fray, and seeing Rosemary in danger, Gordon rushed over to protect her.

Mr. Elliot was forced back a couple of steps by Gordon’s blow. He sneered,

"Forsaking the comfortable life of a rich heir to be Bard’s lackey? Are you tired of the easy life or just itching for a fight?"

"Mr. Bard’s honor and integrity are an inspiration. You, on the other hand, have betrayed the trust bestowed upon you and attempted to harm Mr. Darren. Today, I’ll bring you before him for justice."

"I’d like to see you try!"

A brawl broke out between the two sides. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, followed by a downpour. The skylight’s glass shattered, allowing the rain to fall into the small living room, making the floor even more slippery.

One of the henchmen pulled out a knife, aiming for Cornell. Rosemary kicked a wooden stool at him, hitting him square in the face.

Another tried to take Cornell’s life by throwing a switchblade like a dart. Rosemary quickly pulled Cornell aside, and the knife embedded itself in the wall—exactly where Cornell was crouching moments ago.

Cornell was drenched in cold sweat. Rosemary shoved him into the corner and found herself surrounded by henchmen. Cornell grew anxious as the fight seemed to be in a deadlock.

The henchmen drew their switchblades, aiming for Rosemary.

Gordon, who was intent on capturing Mr. Elliot, was slashed in the arm by him. As Gordon clutched his wound, he noticed two men taking advantage of Rosemary’s distraction. They raised their knives, ready to strike.

In the blink of an eye, Gordon charged at them, kicking one away and using his back to shield Rosemary from the other.

The sound of the blade slicing through Gordon’s back reached Rosemary’s ears. At the same moment, the door was kicked open, and a flood of men dressed in black swarmed in.

They swiftly split into two lines. A man stood at the entrance, exuding an aura of icy superiority. An assistant held an umbrella for him.

When he saw Gordon injured while protecting Rosemary, his gaze darkened.

Gordon didn’t recognize the man, but Mr. Elliot did. He panicked.

How come Romeo had shown up personally? Since when did he meddle in such trifles?

Could it be that the Griffith family had Romeo’s backing? They were in deep trouble now.

The men Romeo brought were clearly superior in combat skills. With their superior numbers, they effortlessly apprehended Mr. Elliot and his men.

Rosemary was about to step forward when Gordon grabbed her.

"Ms. Rose, we’re still not sure if they’re friend or foe. It’s better to be cautious."

Rosemary noticed Gordon’s lips were turning pale. His back was soaked in blood. She took out a small vial of medicine from her pocket.

"Stay still. I’ll stop the bleeding."

Romeo stepped forward.

"I’ll do it."

Rosemary handed him the medicine, sensing his intentions.

"What are you doing here? Who told you I was here?"

Upon hearing this, Gordon realized that they knew each other. And it seemed that they were quite familiar.

"I found out." Romeo poured the powdered medicine onto Gordon’s wound. Gordon winced in pain.

This man seemed to harbor some hostility towards him.

That was when Rosemary made the connection.

Could it be Jack who had informed Romeo? That guy had started to treat Romeo as one of their own, reporting everything to him.

He was bypassing her—the boss.

"It seems he needs to be taught a lesson." Rosemary was planning to deal with Jack when she got back.

She had been too nice to him lately—so nice that he had lost his bearings.

"Aren’t you happy that I’m here?" Romeo asked.

"I could handle this small matter on my own." Rosemary didn’t want to involve Romeo and his men. It was probably Jack who had leaked the information, fearing she couldn’t handle it herself.

"Ms. Rose, Mr. Romeo has been missing you. He talked about you countless times back home, and on the plane too. On our way here, he was worried about your safety and even asked us to speed up."

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