Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 498

Phoebe repeated her warning, "Mr. Aaron is about to retire, and his connections won’t be as strong then. Some rival forces have been completely uprooted by Ms. Rose. Now, about forty percent of the forces are caught in the whirlpool, unable to save themselves. Another forty percent are too busy to protect themselves, and the remaining twenty percent are nothing to worry about. When he retires, he can enjoy his golden years in peace."

So that was it.

Rosemary’s actions were essentially helping her father clear obstacles and ensuring his safety.

"So, Rose could be in danger?" Myrna’s first reaction was concern for Rosemary’s safety.

After all, with such a big event involving so many people, how could Rose ensure she wasn’t involved?

"No way, I need to get Mom and Dad to help secretly. Rose can’t get hurt."

Chasel only had one sister — more precious than gold. Besides, she really liked Rosemary.

"Miss, please calm down. They already have plans," Phoebe said gently.

Phoebe didn’t say whether they would help or not, but Myrna understood her meaning. Myrna’s heart settled, her mood lightening a bit.

On the other side.

In a dim room, a secretary walked in, reporting to the man inside, "Sir, those old guys had clearly retired, but now they’re sticking their noses in again. I don’t know what’s so special about that young girl that so many people are willing to help her."

She was just a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl.

People from the Triangular Zone said she was not only skillful but also had connections with the Mafia Flame and Mafia C.

In the country, not only did several respected elders use all their connections to protect her, but several big families were also on her side — including the Collins family, the McMillian family, the Archer family, and so on.

Not to mention how ruthless Hunter, the current head of the Collins family, was, while Romeo of the McMillian family was no pushover either — he was downright terrifying.

And there was Erlinda Archer, who reportedly wanted to adopt Rose as her goddaughter, but she refused. Later, she adopted the girl as her niece, spoiling her to the extreme.

"Now several families are all out in force, and it’s tough for us to touch her," the secretary said, troubled. "Especially domestically."

There were too many forces protecting the girl domestically.

It would be easier to make a move overseas.

"So you’re saying we just have to let a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl wreak havoc and ruin everyone’s future?"

The man’s voice was calm — like the calm before a storm — but the secretary could sense the suffocating presence of death.

He broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembling, "I will find a way to make more troubles for her. She must pay the price!"

"Just pay a small price?" The man seemed unsatisfied with this punishment.

The secretary became even more fearful. "She’ll be torn to shreds."

"Those folks are looking out for her, aren’t they?" The man proposed a strategy. "Break them down one by one. Let’s see who will dare to support her afterward."

It was one thing to mess with his career, but to dare harm his interests?

"She’s still too young, too naive, thinking the world is all white, and she can’t stand a speck of dirt. Seeing a bit of darkness at the tip of the iceberg, she rushes to eradicate it, thinking that once it’s gone, the world will be clean." freēwēbnovel.com

The man laughed and shook his head, seemingly mocking the girl’s innocence and simplicity.

"White is just a small part of this world. The real darkness lies beneath the iceberg. Digging it up can change the world? No — she doesn’t realize she’s digging her own grave."

"Well said!" The secretary hurriedly agreed. "She’s still too young, thinking she’s invincible because she’s got people backing her up, not realizing how many people she might drag down with her. Let reality give them a lesson — show them who’s really in control of this world."

In the lab.

Rosemary isolated 981 types of toxins from Carol’s blood. The toxicity was so high that the lab mice died instantly upon licking it — not even having time to ingest the antidote.

Rosemary had just developed a few antidote combinations, unsure if they would be helpful for Carol’s poison. She could only systematically analyze them, then merge these antidotes into the toxin and feed it to the lab mice.

After three days of hard work, there were finally results.

The mice that consumed the poison laced with the detox pill didn’t die instantly, nor did they convulse in pain. Instead, they were lively and hopping as if nothing had happened.

There was finally hope.

Rosemary’s eyes softened.

If the mice could remain healthy and full of vitality, it meant that the detox pill could cure Carol’s poison.

Although she felt that things wouldn’t be that easy, at least her efforts in this direction were correct. The progress made over these days was enough to give her comfort.

At that moment, her phone vibrated.

Seeing that it was Clark calling, she quickly picked up.

"Clark, what’s up?"

"Rose, Carol’s poison is acting up again. She’s in a lot of pain — just like that day in the castle. Can I give her the two pills you gave me?"

Before, Rosemary had said not to give Carol the pills unless there was no other choice, because Carol’s body was very weak and might not be able to withstand the strong effects of the medicine.

"Give her half a pill, and then pay attention to her condition. If something’s off, call me," Rosemary instructed.

"Alright," Clark quickly complied.

Not long after, Rosemary’s phone vibrated again. She thought it was Clark, but when she picked up, it was Grandpa Beck.

"My dear girl, you’ve been stirring up quite a storm lately. It’s like watching a grand theatre production for me — one act after another, so thrilling," Grandpa Beck’s jolly voice came through the phone.

Rosemary couldn’t help but smirk. "Did you call just to tease me?"

"Of course not. I’m happy. I’m proud that my granddaughter is so ambitious and daring. Your courage testifies that I didn’t train the wrong person. You’re the best candidate to inherit my legacy, no doubt."

Again, the talk about inheriting his legacy.

Rosemary hastily refused, "I’m too busy. I don’t have time."

"There’s no one more suitable than you in this world. Oh, by the way, when are you coming to the university? There are still some experiments to be done. Also, there are competitions coming up in the major universities.

Westerly College is falling behind. You’re the top scorer, and if you could participate and bring back a trophy for us, it would attract more outstanding students to Westerly College in the future.