Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

At that moment, a bodyguard hurried over to Rosemary and whispered a few words in her ear.

A spark lit up in Rosemary's eyes as she turned to Clark and said, "Clark, keep an eye on them; I'll be right back."

Clark nodded in understanding.

A dozen hitmen held their breath, secretly wondering if it was their boss who had come into consciousness, prompting Rosemary to check on him.

Word had it that Rosemary was one hell of a doc.

If their boss wasn't dead, then there was hope for them yet.

As long as they could save their boss from the confinement, with his cunning and resourcefulness, he was sure to navigate them all out of this mess.

They had been in dire straits before. It was their boss who had carved a path to survival for them!

With that in mind, they exchanged knowing glances.

After a while, Rosemary returned.

Clark asked in a low voice, "How's it looking?"

"He's out again."

The hitmen overheard and were certain it was their boss. Thank goodness he was unconscious.

Otherwise, with Rosemary using his life as leverage, the moment the boss spilled the beans about who was calling the shots, they'd all become expendable.

"Why grill these guys when we can just wait for him to come and ask him properly?" Though Clark's voice was subdued, some of the hitmen overheard him.

"Just afraid he won't talk," Rosemary said, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and gravity.

Clark's gaze fell on the hitmen, "With so many lives at stake, he'll talk."

Hearing this, the hitmen realized that the strategy was to use their lives to coerce their boss into revealing the puppet master's identity.

No, they couldn't just sit around waiting to die.

They had to save their boss and get out!

Even if they couldn't save him, they had to make a break for it first, and then figure out a way to call in reinforcements!

"Keep them in line," Clark said. Losing interest in questioning them, he left these words behind as he and Rosemary walked away.

The hitmen exchanged covert glances and had seemingly made a decision.

Once out of the basement.

Rosemary smirked, "They fell for it."

"Always the smart one, sis," Clark knew that even though the hitmen were quick on their feet, they weren't the brightest bulbs, "and your audio extraction was spot-on, no background noise, sounded just like Erik coughing up a storm."

"I've already had the head of security beef up the watch on Erik's room. Those hitmen won't be able to get him out, they'll have to retreat."

The hitmen who escaped would surely be interrogated by the mastermind behind all this. As long as they insisted that their boss was still alive, the mastermind would have to believe it to some extent...

This would increase the chances of the mastermind showing up...

"You're brilliant, Rose."

Clark patted Rosemary's head just as Sean came back from the garden and saw them.

"Where have you two been?" Sean couldn't help but ask when he saw their closeness.

"Sean, you're still up?" Rosemary was surprised, thinking that with Ophelia's condition stable, Sean would relax and get some rest.

"I noticed your friend's flowerpot was tipped over, so I topped it off with soil and picked up some toiletries for her."

Sean's comment drew a sly grin from Clark, "Since when you start shopping, and gardening? Guess the saying 'love turns one into a superhero' is true."

"That was your line, wasn't it? Only you would say something that dumb," Sean's gaze returned to his sister, which was filled with concern, "Where have you been so late at night?"

"Just couldn't fall sleep, and went for a walk with sis to clear our heads," Clark boasted slightly.

"A walk, you two??"

"Is there a problem??" Clark couldn't help but show off, "When you weren't around, sis and I used to walk all the time. Not just walks, we'd go shopping, eat out, and travel abroad."

Having not realized that they'd done so much together, Sean sounded a bit miffed, "Well, I guess it's my turn now."

"Don't you have Ophelia?" Rosemary countered playfully.

"Isn't that gross?"

Rosemary couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, knock it off, you two. Clark, Sean, you should get some rest. I'm heading upstairs."

As he watched her sister's retreating figure, Clark couldn't help saying, "See? The moment you show up, sis bails!"

Sean: ??? How is that my fault???

The next morning.

Ophelia woke to find herself in a beautiful bed, and the surrounding was unfamiliar yet cozy.

She sat up abruptly. Where was she? How did she end up here??

And her clothes had been changed into pajamas.

She glanced down and, to her horror, realized she was bra-less under the pajamas.

Oh no, what had happened last night? She didn't let someone take advantage of her, did she?!

She remembered the group from last night, and the footsteps that got closer and closer. Had she really been compromised??

Because she hadn't seen all of the Collins family guest rooms, she wasn't sure where she was. She feared she had been kidnapped by those people from the night before and they had done something to her.

With that thought, she intended to get out of bed and leave.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a cellphone on the nightstand. It was her own!

She grabbed it hastily, intending to call for help.

But as the screen unlocked, she saw a message from Rose.

[Morning, you're at my place. Come down for breakfast when you're up.]

This was Rose's house??

She looked around the room again. It was indeed welcoming and stylish.

Even the pajamas she wore seemed like something Rose might design.

She walked to the window and sure enough, she could see the Collins family's garden below, with the staff already bustling about.

Realizing she was safe, Ophelia let out a sigh of relief and felt her tension finally easing.

She made her way to the bathroom and found that Rose had gotten everything set for her; the toothpaste and toothbrush were prepared, and even the cut on her forehead had been carefully treated.

But why was she at Rose's in the first place??

She recalled last night when she was under the bridge, being chased by several cars and accidentally

crashing into a pillar, then being shot at. After sending a message to Rose, everything became a blur.

It seemed like someone had carried her out of the car.

The face she remembered was Sean's.

But how could Sean have saved her?

It would be surprising enough if Sean didn't give her a hard time or block her projects, let alone save her life.

If it wasn't Sean, then how did she end up at the Collins family's place??

Could it have been Rose who came to her rescue last night.

Maybe she was just hallucinating, mistaking Sean for someone else.

It had to be Rose!

Only Rose would care for her so deeply, even tending to her wounds with such care.

After freshening up, Ophelia went downstairs.

Rosemary had been sitting at the dining table and waiting. She knew exactly when Ophelia would wake

up and finish washing up, so she had been there in advance, just waiting for her.

Sure enough, as the servant led Ophelia to her, Rosemary smiled warmly and said, "Good morning."

"Rose!"