Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Chapter 673

Everyone murmured in a hushed yet coordinated tone, "Mr. Clarence."

Mr. Clarence nodded slightly, "Everyone, spread out and keep watch."

"Yes, sir."

All the bodyguards dispersed in unison, and Rosemary, taking their lead, bowed slightly and stepped back a few paces.

She watched as Mr. Clarence pushed open a door, revealing an interior with decor and lighting similar to what she had seen downstairs.

A bodyguard caught her gaze, but just as he looked in her direction, Rosemary lowered her head and followed the other guards out of the room.

After a while, Rosemary circled back alone. She pulled out her phone, which had a special system she had been working on, and pressed it against the door. Soon, she could hear the conversation inside.

"Eunice only brought that girl, and none of the bodyguards Bard arranged for her. Also, those guys she hired from Alexander are all holed up in the villa; none of them stepped out. Our men have patrolled the outskirts a few times, and there’s no sign of anyone suspicious."

"That’s out of character for her, almost doesn’t seem like her," mused Mr. Clarence in a reflective tone.

"Maybe she thinks tonight is just an ordinary birthday party, and besides, she rarely takes bodyguards when she goes out."

"No, you don’t understand her. She used to go out without bodyguards because Bard was there, and Bard could protect her," Mr. Clarence said gravely. "I suspect she might have guessed something, so she deliberately didn’t bring her men, aiming to bait us into a trap."

The servant found this hard to believe.

"If she’s as smart as you say, why would she bring along a liability? That girl looks young, a Collins heiress at that. If anything goes wrong, how is she going to handle it?"

"Appearances can be deceiving," Mr. Clarence replied thoughtfully, recalling the girl. "You didn’t see how she could recover deleted surveillance footage. Plus, with that demeanor, she’s definitely not ordinary. Moreover, her status is her best protection."

"So, in your opinion, should we call off tonight’s operation?" The subordinate felt it was a shame, given the time they had spent planning.

"Let’s wait for news from the other side. If that man is taken care of, even if Eunice is prepared, we will have nothing to fear."

Rosemary listened intently. Who was ’that man’? Her grandfather? Or her uncle?

Suddenly, Rosemary remembered whether her family had enough people to ensure her grandfather’s safety.

And her uncle was on a business trip. Was he in danger on the road?

Suddenly, footsteps approached quickly. Rosemary turned and immediately countered the incoming attack.

"Who are you? I’ve seen you skulking around."

Before the bodyguard could finish, Rosemary subdued him with a swift combination of moves.

Those inside the study heard the commotion, exchanged glances, and opened the door to find no one outside.

"Go check it out," Mr. Clarence ordered with an icy tone.

The servant promptly obeyed, returning after a while to report.

"Mr. Clarence, no abnormalities were found."

By this time, Rosemary had already dragged the unconscious bodyguard to the adjacent master bedroom, which seemed austere and majestic—likely Arlen’s room.

His room was off-limits to the servants.

Mr. Clarence glanced at Arlen’s bedroom door but lacked the audacity to enter, ultimately just instructing coldly, "Find out who has left the ground floor just now, and report back to me immediately!"

"Yes, sir."

After hearing this, Rosemary looked around Arlen’s room and found a computer.

She booted it up and hacked into the system, only to find it devoid of anything useful.

She decided to sabotage some of the ground floor surveillance and then left, returning nonchalantly to the garden.

The bodyguards checked the main hall and found all the guests accounted for, except for Eunice and Rosemary.

They found themselves strolling back into the garden, and there was Rosemary, seemingly lost in the beauty of the night.

Their gaze was tinged with surprise, as more than one had speculated that she had sneaked upstairs with Eunice.

Yet here she was, taking in the scenery, while Eunice had been cornered by a gaggle of nosy socialites.

The head of the security team quietly reported to his earpiece, "Everyone’s on the ground floor; no one has left."

Mr. Clarence, through gritted teeth, asked, "Have you checked the cameras?"

"We’ve sent someone to look into it."

"Tonight must go off without a hitch. I want a thorough check, not a single detail missed!"

"Understood."

From afar, Rosemary noticed her aunt had triumphed once again, leaving the women red-faced and huffing away in defeat.

"Aunt Eunice," Rosemary greeted with a smile.

Eunice returned the smile warmly, "You’re here."

"I’ve sent what I overheard to your phone, but about Grandpa and Uncle Bard."

"No worries, I have everything in hand." Eunice’s smile was radiant. "I’ve sent you what I’ve found as well."

Rosemary checked her phone and saw that her aunt had observed through the kitchen’s bay window a suspicious exchange between a servant and the chef. Concerned they might tamper with the food.

With such an array of dishes, identifying the compromised from the safe was a daunting task.

Just then, a maid passed by with a tray, and Rosemary asked for two glasses of mint lemonade.

Seizing a moment when no one was looking, she dropped something into the drinks.

Eunice took the glass offered by Rosemary, recalling that Bard had mentioned his niece’s medical prowess. The pills she dropped must be an antidote?

"Drink this to stay sharp," Rosemary clinked glasses with her aunt, speaking casually. "Whatever they’ve slipped in, it won’t affect us."

Eunice’s smile broadened. Bringing this niece along had been a stroke of genius.

As the two sipped their mint lemonade, a figure watched and signaled to an accomplice.

"I’ll find a spot to listen to what you’ve sent me." Eunice knew she was being watched and couldn’t openly listen to the recording there.

"Alright."

Rosemary hatched a plan to extract more clues from Mr. Clarence.

So far, the evidence could only implicate Mr. Clarence and the manservant in a sinister plot against her aunt. As for the true mastermind and the myriad details behind it all, they were still submerged beneath the surface.

Mr. Clarence was already on his guard, having sent people to check the surveillance. Rosemary knew her time was running short.

Although she had erased parts of the surveillance footage, Mr. Clarence’s suspicious nature would lead him to suspect foul play, and inevitably, to her.

If he started having her followed, she’d be hampered in her movements.

She set her glass down, intending to head for the main hall.

But she was blocked by a group of girls, led by Rose.

Rosemary met her gaze, and Rose sneered, "We meet again. Arlen wanted a word, and everyone went inside.

Rosemary, you dared to hit me yesterday, and today you’ve embarrassed me in front of all those people. I won’t let you get away with it!"