Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 456

Chapter 456: Chapter 456

"What’s the deal between Mafia Flame and Carol?" the old man pressed on.

"Is Carol with Mafia Flame now?"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," Rosemary quickly retorted.

She racked her brain but couldn’t place who this old man could possibly be. She hadn’t crossed paths with anyone this aged before, so how could he have guessed her connection with the head of Mafia Flame?

"No matter who you are, you’re coming with me today."

He had to bring this young miss back to his superiors. She was suspiciously skilled, her moves eerily similar to the Mafia Flame’s boss, and she remained calm under pressure. Clearly, she had been specially trained!

If she was indeed sent by Mafia Flame to meddle in their affairs, then it was perfect timing to strike back at Mafia Flame.

It was time to settle old scores!

Arno unleashed his fiercest moves against the young miss but found her to be an excellent fighter with quick reflexes. The fragrance of the narcotic in the air seemed to have no effect on her!

"Who the hell are you?" Arno was beginning to feel outmatched. Rosemary had the upper hand with every move, and he felt more and more powerless to turn the tide.

This girl was too formidable.

Rosemary planned to take him down with a few swift moves but was caught off guard when Arno hit a switch, causing the ceiling to drop a dozen iron balls, each about the size of a burger. If they landed on her head, she’d be a goner.

After effortlessly dodging the iron balls, she found the old man had triggered another switch and escaped through a hidden passage in the wall.

To avoid being led on a wild goose chase, Rosemary decided not to pursue him. She pulled out her phone and called Clark.

"Clark, I’ve met this Grandpa Arno. If I’m not mistaken, he’s likely part of an organization and deliberately got close to them."

On hearing this, Clark instinctively asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, but he got away. I didn’t feel like chasing him," Rosemary added.

"He approached them under the guise of a pitiful old man, probably trying to dig out information about Carol from them. This could mean that Carol has something they want."

Clark had an idea of what those things might be and was determined to find out.

"Be careful on your end, and get them on a plane soon," Rosemary instructed.

"Okay." Clark’s eyes were on the dozens of men in black suits approaching him as he stood in front of the ranch house. He said softly, "Rose, I’m feeling a bit peckish. Could you grab me something to eat on your way back?"

Hungry?

Rosemary found this strange.

After all, a doting brother like Clark wouldn’t send his little sister running errands for him.

The only reason he asked her to buy food was likely to buy time, to prevent her from returning too soon.

So, there must be danger at Clark’s end.

"Okay." Rosemary hung up the call promptly. She turned to Jerry, who was waiting outside, and said, "On your way back, get some food for Clark. Try to get there before I do."

"Huh?"

Jerry was confused. She asked him to buy food and also to get there before she did.

"I’ll take the car first." Rosemary grabbed the car keys from his hand, hopped in, and sped off toward the ranch.

"Ms. Rose!" Jerry finally caught on and started to panic. "At least give me a ride. There are no cabs here."

Looking at the tranquil countryside, Jerry felt like crying. He pulled out his phone to call his subordinates.

Out on the ranch, Romeo’s men formed a straight line, vowing to protect the folks inside the house at all costs.

Dozens of men clad in black approached them rapidly like bolts of lightning.

Some of them slipped through the gaps, heading straight for the door. Clark was there, standing firm, not allowing them to cross the threshold.

"What do we do? Is Clark in danger?"

Taylor hid by the window, peeping out. He was worried but also impressed by the kid’s loyalty. He’d risked his life again and again to protect them.

Given his character, Taylor secretly vowed that if they could find Carol unharmed, he’d be all for this match.

"We’re causing trouble for them again," Logan said, his worry apparent. The fight outside was fierce. Clark’s arm had already been slashed. Blood was gushing out.

"Clark..." Taylor’s heart ached at the sight of all that blood. The kid must be in so much pain.

But Clark didn’t stop. Two of the men in black tried to take advantage of his injury to break in, but he deterred them once again.

Things were looking grim.

Just then, the sound of rotor blades came from above.

Both Taylor and Logan noticed the helicopter. Their rescue was here!

Some of the men in black fired at the helicopter, but it didn’t prevent it from landing smoothly.

The sound startled the cattle, causing them to scatter.

"We have to take Clark and Rosemary with us," Taylor started to say, but then remembered that Rosemary hadn’t returned yet. She quickly pulled out her phone, hands shaking as she dialed the number she remembered.

"Auntie," Rosemary’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

For some reason, hearing Rosemary’s voice caused Taylor to break down in tears. All the worry, fear, and anxiety seemed to lessen at the sound of her voice.

"Rosemary, come back quickly. The helicopter is here," Taylor said, her voice choked with tears. "The situation has changed. We all have to leave together. Hurry up."

"I’m on my way," Rosemary said, her voice calm and comforting. "Don’t worry."

Although it was just two words, Taylor broke down crying again.

"Okay, be careful on your way back. We are surrounded. When you get here, get on the helicopter first. Don’t foolishly try to rescue us. Remember."

"Is Clark okay?" Rosemary asked gently.

As soon as Clark was mentioned, Taylor looked outside again. Clark had been wounded by another man in black. It seemed like he was a bit outnumbered.

Romeo’s men were tough, but they were outnumbered, and some had already fallen.

Taylor’s voice broke even more. "He’s hurt."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon." Rosemary had already floored the gas pedal. Speeding was a small matter that Romeo’s men would handle.

After a while, Clark managed to take down seven or eight of the men in black outside. Panting heavily, he opened the door.

"Quick, I’ll cover you. Get on the helicopter."

Seeing the blood-soaked figure before her, Taylor’s tears flowed freely.

"Clark, forget about us. You go first."

More men in black were appearing wave after wave. There was no way to hold them off.