Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Chapter 650

Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Rosemary casually instructed Gordon,

"Spread his current location as soon as possible."

"Roger that." Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.

Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Rosemary by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked,

"Are you guys working for Darren?"

"That’s not for you to ask," Rosemary retorted coldly.

"What should I do next?"

"Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite."

With no other choice, Cornell complied.

"We’ll head to his place first."

Rosemary deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Rosemary and whispered,

"Ms. Rose, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?"

"He’s more afraid of us bolting on him."

Gordon glanced back, and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they’d vanish.

Gordon decided to let it slide.

"If he wants to stay alive, he’ll cooperate," Rosemary confidently declared.

Ten minutes later.

Cornell returned home with a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Cornell didn’t dare to answer it, looking to Rosemary for guidance. Rosemary motioned for him to ignore it.

The person outside hammered on the door for a while, eventually losing patience and kicking the door open.

About a dozen masked figures flooded into the room, their arrival as chilling as the grim reaper’s descent.

Cornell, pretending to eat his porridge, was so scared that his spoon slipped from his grasp. He stumbled back, pleading,

"Elliot, Mr. Elliot, you promised to spare me."

The group’s leader, Mr. Elliot, stared at him coldly,

"Finally gotcha."

He lunged forward, clutching Cornell’s throat.

"Didn’t think you’d have the guts to hide right under our noses. Since we’re acquainted, I might as well send you off myself."

Cornell desperately slapped at Mr. Elliot’s hand, but the latter’s grip was as tight as a vice. He was quickly running out of air.

Just then, a slender hand swiftly appeared. Mr. Elliot tried to block it, but Rosemary managed to shield Cornell in a flash.

Mr. Elliot squinted, recognizing her.

"You again?"

Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the exit.

It was then that they realized they’d walked into a trap.

"Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You’re getting bolder," Mr. Elliot sneered.

Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He’d almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot, and initially thought Rosemary wouldn’t save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he’d thought.

"Little girl, you’re quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You’ve certainly changed my perception of rich girls," Mr. Elliot sneered at Rosemary.

"Unfortunately for you, you’re not getting away today!"

"Less talk, more action." Rosemary lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchblade.

One of the henchmen pulled out a knife, aiming for Cornell. Rosemary kicked a wooden stool at him, hitting him square in the face. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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