Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 707 - 708

The person who got under her skin the most was May!

Just moments ago, she had offered May a KCY bracelet, but May had barely acknowledged the gift, keeping her at arm’s length. Yet, the moment Rosemary walked in, May’s smile blossomed like a sunlit rose.

"Granny, it’s my turn now! I’ve missed Miss Rose so much—I want a hug too!"

Belinda chimed in with a warm smile, "May has been talking about you the whole way!"

"Miss Rose, I really missed you!" May exclaimed, embracing Rosemary joyfully.

"I’ve been following your instructions to the letter—making sure Madam takes her medicine, taking her out to bask in the sunshine, breathing in the fresh air."

"May treats your words like gospel," Belinda laughed. "’Miss Rose wouldn’t like this,’ or ’Miss Rose wouldn’t approve of that’—it’s become her mantra. She’s always going on about what you would think."

Rosemary couldn’t help but laugh.

"Miss Rose, I’ve been using the skincare products you gave me every day. Don’t you think my skin looks better than before?" novelbuddy-cσ๓

On hearing this, Serena could see right through Rosemary’s schemes. She was like a sly fox, buttering up the help behind their backs!

How utterly devious!

"Your skin was never bad, May. You were just using the wrong products before. It’s looking much better now," Rosemary assessed, noting May’s complexion, now porcelain-smooth, like a doll’s.

May was over the moon. Every day she looked in the mirror, she noticed her skin growing fairer and silkier.

"Miss Rose, the cream you made is like magic!"

"Rose, when can you send Granny a couple of those bottles? Preferably the wrinkle-reducing kind—"

Before Belinda could finish, Darren chimed in, "And send a couple for me too. I want to look as young as I did back in the day—make your Granny fall in love all over again!"

Rosemary replied with a smile, "I’ll see to it right away."

Serena, watching them all get along so famously, suddenly stepped forward, pushing May aside with a honeyed smile.

"Rose, I want some of that skincare too."

In front of her grandparents, there was no way Rosemary would dare to refuse her!

But to her surprise, Rosemary simply glanced at her coolly and said, "Finish what you have first, then we’ll talk."

May, with perfect timing, added, "Serena’s got such an enviable stash of luxury skincare products."

"You have plenty already," Belinda scolded gently, unable to suppress a laugh. "Use those up first."

Serena felt a tinge of embarrassment, not expecting the elders to only think of themselves, completely disregarding her.

At that moment, a servant hurried over. "Miss Rose, the Madam is looking for you."

"Alright," Rosemary responded to the elders. "I’ll be back soon."

"Rose, after your aunt is done with her business, could you ask her to come see me? It’s been ages since I last saw her. I do miss her so."

"Of course."

Rosemary followed the servant down to the basement level. As she entered, the scent of iron and salt hit her nostrils. Before her stretched a dim corridor, flanked on either side by what could only be described as cells. Some held captives; others stood empty.

At the very end of the hall, Eunice commanded the space with an aura of sheer power, lashing a man with a short whip mercilessly.

The man was covered in wounds, yet none of the crimson stains seemed to touch Eunice.

At that moment, Eunice appeared both ruthless and imperious—a force to be reckoned with.

"Aunt Eunice."

Eunice turned at the sound of the voice, her face breaking into a warm smile.

"Ah, you’re here?"

Rosemary walked in, her demeanor as nonchalant as if she were at a high-society ball, not a dingy backroom where a man lay beaten within an inch of his life. Her expression remained unfazed.

Eunice admired her niece’s bravery and composure all over again.

"You wanted to see me, Aunt Eunice?"

"Do you recognize this man?"

Rosemary’s gaze swept over the barely conscious figure. "Nope. Never seen him before."

"Last night, I got a tip-off. Someone on the dark web put a pretty penny on your head." Eunice’s eyes fell on the man before them. "I had some people trace his IP address, and we pulled him out of the shadows."

Only then did Rosemary understand why her aunt had rushed off the phone last night, leaving her to entertain Romeo and Martin without a proper goodbye—it had been for this.

"Has he said anything?" Rosemary asked, her voice as cool as a breeze.

"Not a word," Eunice replied, scrutinizing the man. She had been working him over for thirty minutes, yet not a peep. "Tough guy, it seems."

As Rosemary’s slender fingers brushed the man’s wrist, he instinctively tried to pull away, but the ropes held him fast. He didn’t know what Rosemary was up to, and his eyes were filled with wariness and suspicion.

"Deprived of food and water, you’ve got two days to live, tops." Rosemary looked into the man’s eyes. "I get it—you took someone’s money to cause trouble. But what’s the use of money if you’re dead?"

The man remained silent, his gaze shifting away.

"Or maybe it’s not for you," Rosemary speculated. "Is it for your family? A friend?"

The man’s face was a mask, unchanging from the start.

"If I’m not wrong, this person means a lot to you. So much that you’d risk your own life for their well-being. But if you die, would they grieve for you?"

The man’s silence was as solid as ever, seemingly resolved to await death.

"I guess I was wrong," Rosemary said knowingly. "So, you’re not doing this for your own glory or for someone close, and you’re not terminally ill. Normally, there’s no need to risk your life for a job like this. That leaves two possibilities: you’re either repaying a debt of gratitude that’s worth more to you than your life—or you’re being coerced."

That last word made the man’s gaze flicker, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Is the other party powerful?" Rosemary continued, her tone persuasive. "You should know, here in Dawnstar, no one’s got more clout than my uncle and aunt."

The man remained mute, his eyes as empty as before, as if waiting for death’s embrace.

"Is their reach even greater than my aunt and uncle’s?" Rosemary found this intriguing. "Who have I managed to offend that’s such a big shot? Doom?"

The man looked at Rosemary with a flicker of surprise before quickly hiding it, shifting his gaze away.

"Doom’s backbone is broken, and its remnants are too busy licking their wounds to bother with me. So, this person must be someone I know, and our enmity runs deep."

Rosemary smiled faintly and continued, "Since I’ve guessed this much, it’s only a matter of time before I find out on my own. A bit more effort, that’s all. If you spill the beans now, you’ll save me the trouble—and I might even help you fake your own death. Start a new life under a new identity. You’ve got two days to think it through."

After making her offer, Rosemary glanced at her aunt. "Let’s go, Aunt Eunice."

Eunice was taken aback by how her niece had managed to get the man to contemplate his choices with just a few words. As they left the basement, she couldn’t help but wonder aloud,

"Rose, have you been interrogating people often? I’m suddenly very curious about your other talents. Do you have any secret identities I don’t know about?"

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