Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 733

Chapter 733: Chapter 734

"I’m heading out. Thanks for the kind hospitality tonight. It’s chilly outside, you guys should head in."

"Ah, sure, sure."

They watched him leave before slowly heading back into the house.

An hour later.

After her bath, Rosemary was catching up with Romeo on WhatsApp when she was startled by a rapid knocking on her door.

"Miss Collins, are you asleep? Mrs. Griffith needs you."

Opening the door, Rosemary was met with a hushed voice.

"She looks a bit under the weather—seems like it’s got something to do with the fright Serena had."

Serena??

"What happened to her?"

"They say Serena came bolting out of the basement so scared she lost a shoe, pale as a ghost. I don’t know the details—just bits and pieces from the other staff."

Rosemary knew the basement held some unsavory characters; surely one of the grisly sights down there had spooked Serena. She followed the servant’s lead to the study.

Inside the study.

Eunice sat with an austere expression, gazing down at the figure huddled in the corner.

Serena was curled up, shaking uncontrollably.

After closing the door, Rosemary turned to Eunice.

"Aunt Eunice, what happened?"

Eunice looked at Serena, her face etched with gravity and silence, before finally speaking.

"The man’s dead."

That was unexpected.

Two days ago, someone on the dark web had put a hefty bounty on her head.

Eunice had traced the IP address to its source, dragged the perpetrator to the basement, and given him a beating within an inch of his life.

At that time, the man refused to divulge who was behind it all—until Rosemary offered him a deal: reveal the truth, and she’d help fake his death so he could start fresh under a new identity.

As he seemed to waver, Rosemary gave him two days to think it over.

But now, on the final day, he was dead.

"How did he die?" Rosemary inquired. "When did it happen?"

"Half an hour ago. Asphyxiation," Eunice explained, her gaze shifting back to Serena with a complex emotion.

"Serena saw him last."

"It wasn’t my fault. The staff told me he wanted to see me. When I got there, he said I wasn’t the one he wanted to see. But he said he’d made up his mind—that he wouldn’t spill the beans. Said it didn’t matter who came and that he’d rather end it himself than suffer at our hands. Then suddenly, he went silent. When I looked again, he wasn’t moving. I didn’t know what happened."

Serena was beside herself with fear, speaking incoherently.

"He was already so terrifying, covered in blood... and the basement was so dark and dreadful."

She was clearly terrified!

Rosemary saw her hugging her knees, sitting on the floor, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. She really should be aghast at it.

"What did the servant say?" Rosemary asked Eunice.

"It’s impossible for a person to commit suicide without external help, including holding one’s breath."

When pushed to the limit, the brain stem and autonomic nervous system—which control breathing—automatically kick in. They are not governed by conscious thought. It’s not like the brain can tell the body to stop breathing indefinitely without it eventually taking a breath.

In simpler terms, if one holds their breath to the point of brain hypoxia, muscle relaxation would naturally occur, interrupting the breath-holding and preventing death.

"Could it be that he had some kind of disease, a sudden death?" Serena speculated, looking pale with fear.

"I checked. It was mechanical asphyxiation, plain and simple. In other words—someone smothered him."

Serena turned even paler.

"Not me! When I saw him covered in blood, I was so scared I went weak all over. How could I have gotten close to him, let alone have the strength to smother him?"

Rosemary’s gaze also turned complex.

Logically, Serena didn’t have the courage or strength to kill a grown man—especially an assassin. If he had wanted to resist, even with his hands and feet tied, he could have easily overpowered a frail girl.

But if not her, could there be a mole inside the house? Or had someone else infiltrated the estate unseen?

However, this possibility was quickly dismissed by Rosemary.

The crime scene still had Serena. If someone had come in with the intent to kill the man and done so in front of Serena, she wouldn’t have survived either—let alone still be here to weep and wail.

Moreover, if someone had wanted him dead, he would have fought back. Yet there were no signs of a struggle.

If he was intent on dying, why would he want to see Miss Collins?

It seemed like he wanted to reveal the truth to her—not like someone desiring death.

What on earth was going on?

Rosemary was deep in thought.