Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Chapter 643

"Don’t lay a finger on them!"

The silver-masked man, fearful of losing his leads, warned with an intensified tone,

"These people are needed by our boss. If you don’t want to end up six feet under, hand them over peacefully."

Jack sneered,

"No matter who he is, he’d have to make way for my boss. Your boss is insignificant in comparison. If my boss is in a good mood, she may spare your boss’s life. But if not, the only ones buried will be you."

The silver-masked man didn’t expect such audacity in Dawnstar. He swallowed his anger and asked,

"Who exactly is your boss?"

"Your daddy."

Jack took another swing and ordered his henchmen,

"Take them away. I can handle these punks myself."

Seeing those men being led away, the silver-masked man seethed with rage,

"You’re asking for it!"

Gordon pulled up to the mansion,

"Ms. Rose, it’s getting late. You should get some rest."

"Thank you for the ride."

Rosemary stepped out of the car, greeted by the security guard at the main entrance.

"Ms. Rose."

"Still working at this hour?"

"It’s my shift tonight."

Rosemary nodded,

"Thank you for your hard work."

Inside the mansion...

A few maids rushed forward as Rosemary walked in.

"Ms. Rose, dinner is ready. Please come with us."

Rosemary hadn’t expected them to stay up this late for her, let alone the extravagant spread that her uncle had ordered.

"If there’s anything not to your liking, Ms. Rose, please let us know."

The man in the chef’s uniform smiled politely. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"My name is Arthur."

"You can call me Bowen," a plump man grinned warmly.

Rosemary smiled back.

"Did you two prepare this meal?"

"Yes, we did."

"Please, enjoy."

"Thank you."

Rosemary glanced at the clock — half past midnight.

"You should go rest now."

"We’re not tired."

Both chefs stood by, eager to hear Rosemary’s feedback.

Rosemary picked up a piece of fish but paused just before taking a bite.

Both chefs tensed up.

"Is it not to your liking, Ms. Rose?"

"We can make something else."

Rosemary’s eyes softened.

"It smells wonderful. It just reminded me of my mother."

The two chefs exhaled in relief, having feared Rosemary didn’t like it.

They saw Rosemary eat the meat, veggies, soup, and even finish the spaghetti.

"Everything is perfect. There’s nothing to improve."

Rosemary wiped her lips with a napkin, grabbed her bag, and said,

"I’ll leave the cleaning to you."

"Not a problem, Ms. Rose. Get some rest."

"Yes, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As Rosemary ascended the stairs, she suddenly steadied herself on the railing, pausing for a moment before she continued upstairs.

At 1:30 a.m., the light in Rosemary’s room went out.

Arthur could barely fend off a few blows before getting hit in the chest.

He stared at Rosemary in disbelief.

How could a young girl pack such a punch?

She didn’t even use a weapon, yet her punch felt like a stab to his heart.

Seeing this, Bowen once again drew a small knife from his pocket.

But before he could strike Rosemary, she disarmed him and wounded his shoulder.

The four maidservants were clearly no match for Rosemary either.

"Who are you?" Bowen held his bleeding shoulder and glared at the young girl.

Her skills obviously came from special training.

This made him recall a famous figure from years ago.

However, that person was older and had long retired.

Her skills were half similar, half different.

Who was she?

She couldn’t possibly be just a simple rich girl.

Just then, Gordon arrived with two teams of bodyguards, splitting up to surround the villa.

The bedroom door was kicked open, revealing a team of bodyguards. The other team entered from the balcony.

All possible escape routes were cut off.

"Gordon?"

Arthur and the others didn’t expect Gordon to arrive with reinforcements.

Did Rosemary tip him off?

"Ms. Rose said someone poisoned her food. She asked me to bring men up as soon as her room lights up. I didn’t expect it to be you traitors," Gordon commanded.

"Take them away."

Bowen scoffed.

They had come prepared to kill!

He nodded at his accomplices.

They each threw a handful of white powder into the air.

The white powder cascaded down, blanketing the room like snowfall.