Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Chapter 674

Standing by Rose’s side were her three friends, poised and ready to show Rosemary what they were made of.

"I’ve got three friends here," Rose boasted with a proud tilt of her head. "One’s a black belt in Taekwondo, another’s a champ in kickboxing, and the last one’s an MMA fighter."

"And what?" Rosemary’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "You think you’re some kind of saint, expecting people to bow and scrape? If you’re going to throw down, just get on with it. Why all the big talk?"

Rose was taken aback by Rosemary’s brazenness.

"Novia, Polly, Antonia, let’s show her some manners!"

The trio, with their fancy but ineffective moves, were swiftly laid out on the ground by Rosemary, whimpering in pain.

Rose couldn’t believe her eyes.

Just yesterday, when she got her butt kicked, she thought Rosemary was just some amateur with a few tricks up her sleeve. She had no idea Rosemary was this formidable.

"Novia, aren’t you a Taekwondo black belt?" Rose stammered, backing away as Rosemary advanced.

"Polly, didn’t you beat up your own instructor? And Antonia, haven’t you won some fighting competitions?"

"Rose, you’d better run," Novia groaned from the ground, unable to get up. "Didn’t you see? Even if the Dawnstar boxing champ showed up, they wouldn’t stand a chance against her."

Hearing this, Rose was dumbfounded.

She had suspected Rosemary was strong, but not to this extent.

Antonia and Polly couldn’t believe it either. They had walked into a death trap set up by their dear friend Rose.

As soon as Rosemary had thrown her first punch, they knew they were outclassed.

Why had Rose thought their half-baked skills could make even a dent in Rosemary?

And the expectation to make Rosemary bow down to them?

Pure fantasy.

Strangely enough, Rosemary hadn’t been ruthless. She had simply knocked them down without the intent to seriously hurt them.

If she had wanted to inflict real damage, it would have taken her mere seconds.

But she refrained.

In their pain, Antonia, Polly, and Novia couldn’t help but feel a begrudging respect — and a quiet gratitude.

But it was too late for Rose to make an escape. Rosemary tossed her into the flowerbed, leaving her with scratches on her hands and face, and a likely sprained back.

Inside the mansion...

Just then, Rosemary noticed Arlen finishing his speech in the main hall and making his way upstairs. She quickly followed, bumping into Eunice.

"What’s up?" Eunice’s gaze fell on her.

"It looks like Arlen’s heading to his room."

"So?" Eunice was puzzled.

"I knocked out two bodyguards. They’re in there," Rosemary admitted, nodding. One was in the bathroom — whose uniform she had donned to blend in. The other was by the study door.

Eunice didn’t expect her niece to be so fierce and immediately stepped forward to intercept.

Arlen, accompanied by Calvin and Bess, was about to ascend the staircase when Eunice’s voice rang out.

"Arlen, I need a word with you."

Arlen turned, his face the picture of benevolence.

"Ah, Eunice, what is it? Can it wait? I need to change my clothes."

But as Arlen confirmed his intention to head to his room, Eunice blurted out, "It’s about Alexander."

Not just Arlen, but also Calvin and Bess’ eyes flickered with a shadow of something dark and indecipherable.

Eunice caught that fleeting expression and, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, she couldn’t resist teasing.

"Today’s your birthday, so consider this juicy bit my generous gift to you."

Arlen chuckled, playing along with her game.

"Whoever you’re talking about, I don’t know this guy, and whatever they’re up to, it’s no concern of mine."

Just as Arlen was about to head upstairs, Eunice’s laughter stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh, but it is relevant."

Arlen paused, curious despite himself.

"This matter involves someone from the Griffith clan. As the family elder, don’t you want to know what they’ve been up to?"

Arlen pondered for a moment before relenting.

"Alright, lead the way upstairs."

"No, I choose the place," Eunice countered with a sly smile, her red lips curving into a charming grin.

"Please, follow me, Arlen."

Arlen cast a meaningful glance at his younger brother and sister-in-law before stepping out to follow Eunice.

As Eunice passed by Rosemary, she shot her a conspiratorial wink. Rosemary quickly took the hint, slipping upstairs to discreetly relocate the two bodyguards elsewhere.

In the garden...

Eunice, now accompanied by Calvin and Bess, maintained her smile.

"This is for Arlen’s ears only."

"By seniority, we’re your elders. If Arlen is privy to this info, why aren’t we?" Bess asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, you’re not." Eunice’s smile never wavered as she emphasized each word.

"Given your usual unreasonable behavior, I have no desire to share with you."

Bess was livid, insulted by Eunice’s lack of respect, and stormed off.

Calvin, with a scowl, followed suit.

"So, what’s the big secret?" Arlen asked, intrigued by what Eunice was up to. Eunice had a way of stirring trouble that could easily drive a wedge between him and the younger members of the family.

From a distance, Bess could see Eunice’s red lips moving animatedly, her eyes darting in their direction now and then, as if she were speaking ill of them.

"What’s that vixen on about? Why does she keep looking over here?" Bess muttered irritably.

Calvin, observing Eunice, let out a cold laugh.

"If she really knew something substantial, why would she bother telling the runt?"

"That’s true." Bess had a moment of clarity, then considered another possibility.

"What if she only knows part of the story and not the whole truth?"

"Possibly."

After Eunice finished speaking, she pulled out something that resembled a USB drive from her pocket and slipped it into Arlen’s jacket.

Her grace and poise in every gesture, every expression, left Bess seething with envy.

It all seemed like an act of flirtation!

Arlen, having waded through a sea of nonsense, finally seized upon something worthwhile — the secret was on that drive.

As Arlen considered heading upstairs to uncover this so-called secret, Eunice called out, "Arlen."

He turned, realizing she wasn’t done, and with a sigh, asked, "What now?"

"I forgot to give you the password," Eunice said with a playful smile.

"There’s an encrypted file. Come closer. I’ll tell only you."

As Arlen leaned in, she whispered,

"123456."

He nodded, "Got it."

"You’ll remember?" she teased.

"Who could forget such a simple password? I’m not senile yet," Arlen retorted with a grin, then made his way upstairs.

Bess shot Eunice a disgruntled look before trailing after Arlen.

Calvin followed, his curiosity piqued.