Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

Before Sean could answer, the old lady queried again, "Is it true that Ophelia and David are a perfect match?"

"Grandma," Sean asked with a hint of annoyance, "why are you up worrying about this stuff at this hour?"

David and Ophelia? A match?

Not even close!

"That young lady is just too charming and she seems so well-mannered. Most importantly, she's completely devoted to Rose. I won't lie, the first time I laid eyes on her, I hoped she'd be my granddaughter-in-law."

Cornelia's smile was so wide it almost split her face, "I wonder when that girl will visit again. I didn't get nearly enough time to chat with her tonight."

The one who didn't get enough time to chat was him, Sean, right??

This evening, everyone had been fussing over Ophelia with warm greetings, even Hunter, Chasel and Clark had quite the conversation with her. Yet, every time he tried to speak to Ophelia, it ended in a

misunderstanding! He barely exchanged a few words with her.

He had lesser interaction with Ophelia than all of the others!

"There's more than one bachelor in this house!" Sean muttered discontentedly.

Cornelia paused, realizing she had overlooked her dear grandson Sean!

"Oh, that's right, you too. I'm getting forgetful." She quickly pulled out her smartphone and tapped on a photo sent by a contact, "What do you think of this girl? She looks pretty innocent and elegant."

"She's like a budget version of Serena Lott," Sean clearly wasn't interested.

"How about this one? She's both sultry and classy. She seems like a determined person too."

Sean's frown deepened; he was clearly displeased.

"Then take a look at these ones; we've got the cute type, the elegant type, the artsy type, and the queen bee type."

"Just introduce them to David." Sean couldn't muster any interest but got increasingly irritated.

"You, my boy, are too picky. All these women are highly educated and superior in their looks, careers, and wealth, and yet you fancy none of them."

At that moment, Bernard came out after a shower, and Sean couldn't help blurting out, "Grandpa, you should get Grandma to rest. She's been fussing over nothing all day."

He couldn't go on with this conversation, or he'd explode from frustration.

Bernard, noticing his displeasure, asked with a chuckle, "What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to set him up with someone, but he doesn't like any of them!" Cornelia was baffled by her grandson's difficulty in finding a partner, wondering why he couldn't just find a girlfriend and settle down like his brothers.

"What kind of girl does Sean like then?" Bernard asked with a twinkle in his eye, "Your grandma's asked around quite a bit and rounded up all sorts of girls for you, oh wait, we haven't found an Ophelia type yet."

Upon hearing Ophelia's name being mentioned, Sean perked up, but his hope was dashed in the next second when Cornelia said, "Ophelia's busy managing the company; she hardly has time for herself. If she's looking for someone, she needs someone like David who's attentive and considerate, who can be her safe harbor when she's exhausted."

Not someone with a hot temper like Sean.

"Yes, David is the life of the party, easy-going, bright, and sunny. The moment I saw Ophelia tonight, I thought she and David were a perfect match."

Sean's heart shattered once again.

He didn't want to listen anymore. Mumbling about being tired, he walked out of the room.

"The kid, I don't know what he's huffing about." Cornelia watched Sean's retreating figure, guessing that none of the girls caught his eye, and that perhaps he felt too young to settle down.

"Let him have his fun for a few more years. As long as both Hunter and Chasel settle down, the rest will naturally follow suit when the time is right."

Sean had barely stepped away from his grandmother's room when he heard a noise coming from his sister's room.

"Rose."

Sean rapped on his sister's door with a casual knock to signal his presence.

He'd been hoping to catch up with her for a bit, so as to get a read on Ophelia's take on the recent events. For example, had the car race they'd attended left a sour taste in Ophelia's mouth? And was Ophelia now harboring a grudge against him for the whole debacle with that project ?

But after a few knocks, there was no answer from within.

Hadn't he heard some noise just moments ago?

Why was it dead silent all of a sudden?

Had she fallen asleep?

Just as Sean was about to walk away, a sudden thought struck him and froze him in his tracks. What if his sister was in danger?

"Sis, I'm coming in, okay?"

Throwing caution to the wind, he twisted the doorknob and pushed open his sister's bedroom door.

The room was deserted, with the balcony door wide open, curtains billowing in the breeze, and snowflakes drifting in.

Where was his sister?

He stepped onto the balcony, only to be greeted by a world blanketed in white, with snow piled everywhere.

There were footprints along the edge of the wall and in the snow below, which were roughly the size of his sister's feet.

Could his sister have leapt from the balcony to the wall's edge and then down to the ground? Where was she headed?

Following the direction of the footprints, Sean's eyes landed on a corner of the garden where a few figures seemed to be missing.

Had someone broken in?

With that alarming thought, Sean jumped down, following his sister's trail. He alerted his brothers and sprinted towards the spot where his sister might be.

Moments before, after Rosemary had finished her shower, she found something off about the surveillance, whose angles seemed to have been tampered with, and she also noticed that the number of guards in the corner was down by two.

To avoid tipping off the intruder, she leapt from the balcony rail, dodging cameras and rushing towards the corner of the garden. True enough, it wasn't just two guards unconscious under the trees – there were six.

Someone had definitely made their way in.

The intruder had likely aimed to stay under the radar, hence there were no fatalities.

Murdering on a snowy day would leave conspicuous red stains, so the visitor would act with discretion.

Rosemary tracked the footprints to the basement and, sure enough, found a group of skilled assassins.

The guards from Reflections Villa were clearly no match for them, and even the seasoned security team under Hunter seemed overwhelmed. Within moments, they too crumbled to the ground.

As Rosemary drew near, she detected a peculiar scent on the attackers – a custom knockout fragrance that had floored the Collins' guards.

What was this potent concoction?

She'd never encountered this fragrance before.

Luckily, she had been taking a special pill these past few days, which was an antidote for various toxins and fragrances.

The assassins, seeing Rosemary still standing, exchanged puzzled looks. By all accounts, the fragrance should have rendered her unconscious upon first whiff.

Yet there she stood ,safe and sound, causing a conundrum in their midst.