Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

At that moment, Rosemary kicked at one of the assailants, and then blocked the entrance to the basement with her slender frame, refusing to let them in.

Had they finally trapped themselves?

It seemed like the mastermind behind the scenes wasn't small-time; not only had they used knockout gas, they had also sent henchmen who were quite skilled.

She was suddenly curious about who was pulling the strings.

The group of hitmen exchanged glances before launching another attack on her.

The substantial security team of the Collins family arrived just in time.

"Don't come any closer," Rosemary warned her personal guards, "make sure you take those capsules I distributed earlier first."

The team understood instantly that something was off with these hitmen.

Thankfully, Ms. Rose was prepared.

"Also, don't fall for their diversion tactics."

Rosemary's words reminded the head of security, who ordered some men to return to their posts while the rest stayed to provide backup.

Sean was the first to arrive, and seeing so many hitmen, he said excitedly, "Caught in the act, huh?!"

Seeing his sister surrounded, he was about to charge in to help.

The head of security quickly held him back, "Ms. Rose instructed us to take these capsules."

Sean grabbed the capsule from his hand, popped it in his mouth, and rushed to his sister's side.

Soon enough, Hunter, Chasel, and Clark arrived swiftly.

With just Chasel's agile moves, these men were no match for him, not to mention the other Collins brothers.

The four brothers shielded Rosemary behind them, leaving her no room to fight.

"Don't worry, Rose, we got you."

"With Chasel here, no one's going to lay a finger on you."

"Clark's going to knock their teeth out."

"Did they touch you? If so, Sean will break their fingers one by one, grind them up, and feed them to the dogs."

Rosemary looked at the dozen or so hitmen, feeling that things couldn't be this simple.

Logically, with so many guards at Reflections Villa, the enemy wouldn't just send these few hitmen.

If they weren't after Erik in the basement, what was their real purpose for storming in on what seemed like a suicide mission?

They knew they were up against the Collins family, including Hunter, Chasel and Clark.

Suddenly, Rosemary remembered something and whispered to Sean, "Sean, they arrived shortly after Ophelia left our place. I don't know if she's safe on the road. Take some men and check on her; make sure she's safe."

By all accounts, Ophelia should have been home by now, but she hadn't sent a single message to check in.

Rosemary's reminder made Sean realize that Ophelia might be in danger. He immediately said, "Then take care of yourself. Leave these goons for me to handle when I get back. Don't dirty your hands with their blood."

"Sure thing." Rosemary nodded in agreement on the surface, but not long after Sean had left the room, she had a switchblade pressed against one of the hitman's throats.

The hitman was tough as nails; not even glancing at Rosemary, he said with eyes closed, "Do it."

He was a prisoner at her mercy, yet there was no begging for his life. To be killed or slashed, he left his fate in her hands.

With a quick swipe of her blade, the hitman's throat gushed with blood.

The other hitmen were clearly startled; they hadn't expected her to actually go through with it.

"I'm only asking once. Who's pulling your strings?" Rosemary didn't finish him off with that cut, but nicked him to draw blood, yet it was enough to terrify the others.

Some of the hitmen thought about taking their own lives, but Chasel, sharp as ever, caught on quickly and crushed that hope.

"As you guys fell into our hands, you've got only one way out, and that's a fate worse than death,"

Chasel said with a cold voice which was devoid of any emotion. "Answer my sister's question. Who sent you?"

Seeing that they remained silent, Rosemary flashed her blade to streak across the throats of three more hitmen, with a demeanor as cold as a heartless she-devil.

The remaining hitmen couldn't believe this young girl was so ruthlessly formidable, even colder than them.

Finally, the fourth hitman couldn't take it anymore and spilled, "No one sent us. We acted on our own, trying to save our boss Erik. That's all we know."

Rosemary clearly didn't buy his story, and her knife moved towards him again.

She was a medical student, so she knew just how much it would take before causing a fatality. Hunter had noticed this too—his sister wasn't out for their lives, but to scare them into giving up an answer.

The fifth hitman, realizing just how resolute she was, decided to come clean, "At this point, we've got no reason to lie to you. Our boss Erik did have contacts with some mystery go-between, but he never revealed their identity. Whenever he met with this contact, he'd send us away; he even went abroad for the meeting, couldn't be more cautious!"

"We were just following orders, you know? The boss said that not telling us about it was for our own good."

"We had a crew of one hundred and forty-two, but we lost thirty-three in Belloria. Lately, many others have disappeared. We're worried that the go-between is wiping us out from behind the scenes, so we wanted to get Erik out to figure out what to do."

"Even if you kill us all, we don't know who the go-between is."

Seeing that they truly didn't know, Rosemary turned to her brothers.

"Lock them up for now," Hunter commanded, and the head of security immediately motioned for his men to move in.

"Hold up," Rosemary whispered to the security chief, "check the place for bugs."

It stroke her that the hitmen could have been here ahead of her and possibly left behind some nasty surprises.

Hadn't expected Ms. Rose to be so vigilant, the security chief nodded and said, "Right away."

"Let's step outside." Rosemary suggested, leading the way out of the basement to avoid any chance of eavesdropping.

In the garden.

Hunter spoke in a calm tone, "Looks like this puppet master is cautious; he guessed right it was a trap and didn't jump in. Instead, they've stirred up panic among the hitmen, pushing them to break out their

boss Erik to deal with the mess while he watches from the shadows."

"If these hitmen managed to free Erik, the puppet master could reap the benefits and sweep them all up in one go. If the hitmen failed, and fell into our hands, it's no real loss to the puppet master," Chasel analyzed.

"If Erik won't show up, and the Collins family remains in the dark about the truth behind that fire accident after a while, the puppet master will figure out that Erik is either dead—because dead men tell

no tales—or has keeping his mouth shut for his daughter Serena's sake. Either way, the puppet master won't show up easily," Sean added, "then we'll be exposed while our enemy keeps hiding in the shadows, leaving us vulnerable on all fronts."