Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: Chapter 451

"Clark, I feel like there’s a certain lack of trust between us."

He was speechless. Clark, feeling the pressure from his sister, could only say, "Alright, I promise you, after I crack it, I’ll share the information with you. But you also must promise not to venture out alone. If we’re going, we’re going together."

"Deal!"

She agreed to his proposal, but he was still hesitant to believe her.

"No lying," Clark emphasized.

"Okay."

Hearing her promise, Clark’s anxieties were slightly alleviated.

Their car pulled up in front of a vast ranch on the outskirts of town, with sprawling fields and a herd of cows grazing leisurely.

There stood an inconspicuous house in the middle of the ranch, where Mr. and Mrs. Earwood had been taken.

That was a safe location owned by Romeo, a place where no one would think to look for them at that time. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

As Clark got out of the car, he fumbled with his bag, causing its contents to spill out.

Rosemary bent down to pick it up, only to find something odd about the necklace.

"What’s wrong?" Clark asked, puzzled.

Rosemary shook the necklace in her hand. "There seems to be something inside it."

"Something?" Clark took the necklace and saw that it was a simple red string necklace with a pendant, like a talisman from a temple.

Mimicking Rosemary, he shook it and indeed heard a faint sound from within.

There really was something inside!

As they approached the house, Taylor, who had been anxiously waiting at the door, saw their safe return and couldn’t contain her relief and guilt.

"I’m so glad you’re okay."

Seeing that they were unscathed, Taylor couldn’t help but hug the two children as she prayed for their safe return.

Logan was becoming more and more convinced that those siblings were not ordinary. They had managed to return safe and sound from such perilous circumstances.

No ordinary person would have such skills.

"Mrs. Taylor, this is your bag," Clark handed her the bag.

Taylor was overjoyed. "Thank goodness, nothing is lost. Everything’s still here."

"And this necklace," Clark handed her the necklace, reminding them, "There seems to be something inside."

"I suggest we open it up and see," Rosemary said gently.

Something was inside!

What could it be?

"This is a necklace that Carol got from a temple last year for her dad, for protection. But then the string broke and he stopped wearing it," Taylor explained. Last year, Logan had been having a bit of bad luck, so Carol got this from a temple and insisted that Logan wear it every day without taking it off.

"Let’s open it." Logan also shook the pendant and heard the faint sound from within.

What if there was a clue inside?

"How do we open it?" Taylor was unsure of what to do.

"Let me try." Rosemary found that the pendant was not simple—it used a lock mechanism, layer upon layer. If not opened in the correct order, it wouldn’t budge.

Eventually, everyone saw a tiny chip inside the opened pendant!

"It could certainly be a possibility," Rosemary confirmed. "I’ll have someone look into it."

She took a photo and sent it to Jack, asking him to identify the symbol as quickly as possible.

"Carol must have realized long ago that she was in danger. She didn’t abandon us—her parents—or leave Clark. It must have been a last resort," Taylor surmised, tears streaming down her face again.

"I have a suggestion."

At Rosemary’s words, everyone turned to look at her, curious about her new idea.

"I propose we examine everything Carol left behind."

"You mean we should even take this scarf apart?" Taylor’s tears were welling up, but what could possibly be hidden in a scarf?

She had washed it so many times—any clues would have surely been washed away by that point.

"What if we find something new?"

Hearing Rosemary’s suggestion, Taylor thought it over and finally decided to unravel the scarf to see.

Logan picked up a platinum necklace. "This was the first gift Carol bought for her mother after she started making money. It’s made of platinum—there’s probably nothing suspicious about it."

"Let me see." Rosemary took the heart-shaped platinum necklace. It looked ordinary, but she pulled out a magnifying glass from her bag to see if there was anything written on it.

"Kid, aren’t you overthinking?" Logan couldn’t help saying. "How could there possibly be a clue on this tiny thing?"

"Have you heard about a news story—a calligrapher who could write characters 3mm tall with a brush? It was called micro-calligraphy."

Rosemary explained as she examined the necklace, "Later, another calligrapher broke the record by writing characters only 0.8mm tall—and now there’s even smaller writing."

Logan was shocked. He’d never imagined such a thing could exist.