Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Chapter 536

Sampson extended his hand.

The girl poured a tiny white pill into his palm.

"This will counteract the poison in your system. In half an hour, the weakness should dissipate."

"Are you a medic too?"

Sampson suddenly found this girl quite unique. Not only did she possess a remarkable aura and agile skills, but she also had a proficient knack for treating wounds and carried a significant amount of medicine.

"What would happen if I don’t take it?" Sampson asked genuinely.

"You’d grow weaker until you die."

Danny was shocked. Could the consequences really be that severe?

"How poisonous is my wound?" Sampson questioned further.

"If not treated in time, it could be deadly."

Rosemary slung her backpack over her shoulder, put on a baseball cap and mask, preparing to negotiate with Mr. Murray to see if he’d sell her Nightshade.

"Thank you, Kelly." Sampson watched her leave, expressing his gratitude.

Rosemary halted. Kelly? Was he mistaking her for Kelly?

Yet she didn’t deny it. "It was nothing."

Seeing her leave, Danny couldn’t help but whisper, "Sir, are we just going to let her go?"

"What else can we do?"

Rosemary arrived at the auction hall. She was informed that Mr. Murray had already paid for Nightshade and left.

Nightshade was gone too.

"Do you know where he went?"

"I’m sorry, miss, we aren’t privy to our clients’ whereabouts," the staff member apologized.

Rosemary hacked into the surrounding CCTV cameras and spotted Mr. Murray getting into a black car, heading toward a floating casino—

A haven for the wealthy.

Dozens of glistening, golden buildings stood on the water, with boats weaving through them. Beautiful women danced enticingly on the decks.

Inside were the playgrounds of the rich, where they could enjoy the thrill of spending fortunes. Afterwards, there were luxurious saunas, Michelin-starred restaurants, and opulent suites waiting for them.

Rosemary hailed a taxi towards the casino. As she reached the entrance, a staff member politely stopped her.

"I’m sorry, miss."

Due to Rosemary’s youthful appearance and clothes that starkly contrasted the regular patrons, the staff member felt compelled to remind her, "This is a place for adults."

Rosemary looked like a kid—dressed in casual clothes, sporting a baseball cap, and carrying a backpack. She resembled a diligent student who had just left an after-school class and wandered into the wrong place.

She pulled out her phone and showed her bank balance. The staff member was taken aback—before he could even count the zeros, Rosemary had already walked past him.

"Miss, do you have a preference for any game? Would you like us to find a companion for you?" the staff member hurriedly asked.

Male and female companions stood in two lines, waiting for guests to choose.

The men were handsome; the women were dazzling.

Some wealthy patrons would bring several women with them as they indulged in their extravagant games.

A line of men looked at Rosemary expectantly.

The usual patrons were older, with some level of status. A young and beautiful girl like Rosemary was a rarity.

"No need," Rosemary responded coolly.

"What does Mr. Murray usually play?"

"He plays everything, but he always ends up at the dice tables," the staff member said, then pointed. "He prefers the table on the left."

If she had known, she wouldn’t have encouraged him to go all in. Now, she couldn’t get a single cent. It was infuriating.

Murray, having lost, was in a bad mood. He pushed the woman away and got up to leave.

"Mr. Murray." The woman quickly caught up with him, wrapping her arms around his waist, blaming, "It’s all that girl’s jinx, causing you to lose."

"Mr. Murray, can we talk?" Rosemary called out to him without changing her expression.

Murray stopped in his tracks, finally giving Rosemary a proper look. Late at night, she was wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, and carrying a backpack.

He thought, Where did this student, not studying at home, come from to find me?

"I know you’re upset about losing, Mr. Murray. I can help you win it back."

Upon hearing this, the woman burst out laughing.

"Just by you? Mr. Murray, I think this girl is after your money, trying to get your attention."

Having lost $3 million, Murray didn’t have much interest left.

Rosemary continued, "I know you’re out of chips. I can lend you $1 million. You can pay me back after you win."

Murray, who was originally not in the mood, perked up at her words.

There was someone willing to lend him money? Was there such a good deal in the world?

"What do you want?" Murray asked bluntly.

Rosemary replied frankly, "I’ll help you win three rounds, and you give me Nightshade."

So she was here for Nightshade.

Murray let out a wicked smile, two of his shirt buttons undone, making him look even more roguish and playful.

"Do you know how much Nightshade costs?"