Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

Just as the tension in the air could be cut with a knife, a small object suddenly fell from Harry's pocket.

Both Rosemary and the head of the bodyguard saw it clearly - it was a folding knife that now laid exposed for all to see.

Harry glanced back at them, his movements hurried as he scooped up the knife and stuffed it into his pocket, his face awash with a shade of panic.

"Hold it right there!"

The bodyguard stepped forward, "You dropped something. Show us what it is!"

Beverly's face fleetingly betrayed her nerves before she regained her composure, "It's a precaution,we've advised him to take."

"Yeah, when Mr. Lucas Collins and Mrs. Beverly Collins don't have their bodyguards around, I carry this. It's for their protection. Don't tell me you guys don't carry something similar?" Harry retorted.

The head of the bodyguard was momentarily speechless; he carried a weapon, yes, but not a folding knife.

His gut was screaming that this driver was bad news.

"Today is of great significance to the Collins family, attended only by kin and close associates. You're here, armed with a knife and trespassing," the bodyguard turned to Rosemary, "Ms. Collins, I request

permission to detain him. He's definitely up to no good!"

"I've explained repeatedly that I was unaware of the restricted access here. If I had known, I would've steered clear." Harry's voice trailed off, a note of pleading in his tone as he turned to Beverly, "Mrs.

Beverly Collins, I really can't hold it much longer."

"You may leave now."

It was Rosemary who spoke, and the directive took everyone by surprise, not least the head of the bodyguard himself.

Was Ms. Collins really letting him go?

Beverly's smile was radiant, "Rose knows the score. Since she's given her word, what are you waiting for? Go on, then."

Harry scurried off, casting a backward glance that flickered with unease in the middle of his retreat.

"Ms. Collins." the security chief began, his anxiety palpable. He was convinced Harry was definitely trouble.

"I notice you still have concerns. Why don't we bring Harry back later for a thorough questioning? I won't interfere with your methods."

"That's not necessary. He's just being cautious, as he shoulders great responsibilities. But I trust your judgment; there's no need for Harry to return."

Beverly seemed mildly taken aback at her words, "Well then, shall I take my leave?"

"Take care."

Once Beverly was out of earshot, the bodyguard couldn't contain himself, "Ms. Collins, I really suspect that man is problematic. Mrs. Beverly Collins is clearly covering for him!"

"Who's problematic?"

A deep, steady voice suddenly joined the conversation.

"Hunter?" The bodyguard saluted him respectfully.

Rosemary chimed in with a dutiful demeanor, "Hunter".

Hunter's gaze softened as he looked at her, "Who did you say was problematic? Who is Beverly covering for?"

He handed Rosemary a cup of coffee.

The chef had prepared a batch of coffee earlier, and he had picked up Rosemary's favorite flavor, having scoured the grounds for his sister before finding her here.

The head of the bodyguard relayed the full account of the incident to him.

After hearing that, Hunter turned to his sister, "What do you think, Sis?"

"Beverly said the driver's clean; she ran a background check and everything. I asked him to hit the restroom, and as he was scrambling to leave, a folding knife fell from his pocket. He even gave us a

deliberate look before hurriedly picking it up. Suppose he was here to off Erik, wouldn't he have to be a top-notch assassin? No way he'd blow his cover in broad daylight, especially not by dropping his weapon."

Hunter nodded, "Your point makes sense."

"But there's something off about that driver," the head of the bodyguard still felt there was something eerie about the driver, like something didn't add up.

"Did you get a good look?" Rosemary's gaze fell on the head of bodyguard, "When that folding knife fell, what kind of pocket lets a knife just slide out? You're wearing a suit too. Sure, the pockets are slanted,

but have you ever had your phone or keys just drop out frequently?"

The head of the bodyguard shook his head; that had never happened.

"It was exactly then, before he was clear of suspicion, that the knife fell. What does that tell you? It means that blade didn't drop accidentally - he wanted us to see it. He gave us enough time to see the

knife on the ground before he nervously picked it up. Why would he want to deepen our suspicion?"

"Why??" At that moment, David piped up, his face full of curiosity.

The chef had just whipped up some coffee and pastries, and David had grabbed a plate to find his sister, hoping to treat her to some, only to stumble upon this "big case" discussion.

Rosemary had heard his footsteps earlier. Since he was family, she didn't hold back and laid it all out.

"Whether he dropped the knife on purpose or the way he looked back at us after tucking it away, it was all to make us more suspicious. He's doing this for one reason only - he wants us to investigate him."

The head of the bodyguard was confused. Why would someone want to be checked out??

David echoed the sentiment, "But why??"

"Beverly kept vouching for him, which only made us more suspicious. The more she insisted he was fine, the more likely we were to dig into whether he really was."

David nodded, "Then what?"

"First off, who does he work for?" Rosemary probed.

David blurted out, "Beverly's driver."

"If he's shady, doesn't that suggest Beverly might be too?"

David nodded again, "Right."

"If we suspect Beverly and we check out Harry the driver, only to find his record is squeaky clean; won't we feel like we've accused the wrong person and misunderstood Beverly and her driver?"

"That makes sense," David agreed, nodding.

"Once we clear Beverly, wouldn't we shift our focus to others and stop watching Beverly so closely? So, if I'm not mistaken, back in the living room, she probably felt we were onto them, which is why they

staged this whole thing. We can leave the driver out of this; whether or not he's clean, just Beverly's actions alone are a dead giveaway, aren't they?"

"Wow, Sis, you're a genius!!" David finally got it, "Beverly must've thought she could clear her name by leading us to her driver, but she had no idea you've got a head full of smarts. So, does this mean Beverly really is involved? Was she part of what happened back then?"

Rosemary and Hunter nodded together, speaking in unison, "Possibly."

If Beverly hadn't acted this way, they might not have suspected her so soon. Now, it was definitely time to dig deeper; not into the driver, but into her and her husband.