The Billionaire's Genius Wife-Chapter 523 Rosalie Withers (2)

As the sound of men rushing into the house and up to the second floor echoed, a glint flickered in Rosalie's eyes. She reentered her room without closing the door as if inviting them in.

Standing near the door, she anticipated their arrival.

Two sets of footsteps were drawing closer, making her impatient. She needed to deal with them swiftly to locate the antidotes, but it looked like these stupid guards wanted to play with her, stealing her time.

"Be careful!" warned a voice from the end of the corridor in a low tone but still heard clearly by Rosalie.

Before long, a shadow loomed in front of the room, a gun's tip peeking out. She swiftly pulled the trigger, delivering a precise shot to the intruder's head.

Bang!

Instantly, gunshots erupted as several men fired randomly toward Rosalie's room. She could also hear footsteps away from her room and towards the stairs. They are running for their life. "What a bunch of incompetent guards," Rosalie muttered, biding her time until their shots subsided.

After a brief moment, the gunfire ceased.

"Boys, I won't harm you if you cooperate with me," Rosalie stated calmly. Not hearing a response, she continued, "You can trust me. If I wanted you to die, you would have died long ago."

A prolonged silence lingered in the room. Even though there was no verbal reply, she faintly heard them murmur as if they were discussing something.

"Okay, gentlemen, I'm stepping out now. If you decline my offer, feel free to shoot. But..." She paused to check her gun's bullets. "My bullets are quicker than yours, so think wisely."

Having said that, she walked to the veranda, jumping down to the ground. She noticed the front door was still wide open. Entering the empty first floor, she advanced towards the stairs.

She had anticipated finding them all at the foot of the upper stairs. Concealing herself below, she eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Brother, do you trust her?"

"No. Never trust an assassin!"

"Agreed! Shoot her if she leaves the room." 𝙛𝙧𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒃𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝙤𝒎

"But ensure you don't get shot first. She's skilled with her gun."

"Don't worry... She's bluffing! Remember, she's under poison. Her strength has diminished by half. At least, that's what our master said."

"But brother, if we eliminate that woman, we can't negotiate for the master's life?"

"Don't fret. We have a way to help our master."

"Really? What's that?"

"Did you forget? Roland Gilwynn was also poisoned. The slow-acting poison would silently kill him. Even a doctor can't diagnose it. We could exchange our master for the antidote."

"Brilliant, brother. Let's eliminate this woman. She's too dangerous. She killed our brothers without hesitation."

"Where is she!? Why hasn't she emerged from her bedroom yet?"

"Oh, you are right, brother!?"

...

'Roland has been poisoned too? And he's dying now?' Rosalie was shocked to hear this news, having never been aware of it. All this time, she obediently followed Allaistar Parker's orders to protect Roland and their daughter, Scarlett. However, learning about Roland's condition ignited a fierce anger within her.

Rosalie had always pleaded with Allaistar to take her life so she could carry his crimes to her grave, and he had to promise he couldn't endanger her daughter's life again, yet he never agreed. Until today, she had remained unaware of his reason for keeping her alive. Now, with Allaistar detained and Roland also facing death, Rosalie felt compelled to fight back. She decides to resolve matters here quickly and travels to the Royal City to confront Allaistar before her own death. With only 48 hours before her antidote shot would expire, she hoped to locate him before her time ran out and forced him to speak about the antidote and also meet her daughter. Rosalie misses Scarlett and wants to meet her, but fear is rising within her. She was worried that Scarlett would hate her because she faked her death.

'My daughter, I hope you are well, and I hope that bastard Allaistar keeps his promise not to endanger your life again...' She prays. Since Allaistar detained her, she never knew about her daughter's condition. The last time she knew, her daughter was still in the US. She hopes Scarlett is still in the US, lives with the Morrison family, and never returns to W Country or B Island.

...

Rosalie appeared at the bottom of the stairs, emerging from her hiding spot. She spotted the four peering toward her bedroom. A faint smile graced her lips as she said, "Looking for me, boys!?"

All the men were shocked to hear Rosalie's voice from behind. They looked back in horror. Before they could react, three consecutive gunshots rang out, and three lifeless bodies tumbled, rolling down the stairs.

Rosalie aimed the gun at the head of the last man, who was still reeling from the shock of seeing his colleagues dead and himself as the sole survivor. He didn't even have time to aim his gun toward the woman below.

"As I said before, I won't kill you as long as you cooperate with me," Rosalie said calmly. "Put your gun away, boy. Don't try anything funny; my bullet will shatter your brain!" Her words were casual, but to the man, her words sounded like his death sentence.

"Ar-Are you serious!?" he stammered. She nodded with a smile, yet her gaze was as cold as ice, the gun still trained on his temple.

The man didn't want to meet the fate of the others, so he slowly placed his gun on the floor, put his hands behind his head, and descended the stairs as instructed by Rosalie.

"Your name is Liam, right?" Rosalie asked once he was seated opposite her.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Liam stammered. Even though the woman didn't point her gun at him again, she still held her gun, which made him fear for his life. "Y-You can state what you want me to do, ma'am."

"Liam, I will spare your life because I know you're in charge of my antidote, correct?" Seeing him nod, she continued, "I want you to give me all the antidotes. And also, tell me, how did you guys obtain the antidote?"

Liam suddenly feels his throat go dry. He didn't know how they obtained the antidote.