Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 136

Rosemary was taken aback, "What?"

Harvey said, "Mrs. Templeton, you better come over." And with that, he hung up.

Rosemary, frowning, listened to the busy tone on the other end of the line. Meadowlark Retreat was Maxwell's turf, and if something went down, it definitely wasn't him in trouble. So, it had to be someone else.

She flung the door open and stepped out; the usually chill bodyguards snapped to attention and gave her the once-over.

Rosemary said, "I gotta head back to Meadowlark Retreat."

Half an hour later, when she walked into the villa, the bloody mess inside left her frozen in shock!

She couldn't believe that the bodies scattered on the living room floor, barely breathing, were the same jerks who had spewed filth at her in the parking lot and tried to snap some nudes.

One of them was on his knees, banging his head on the floor in desperation. Even with the thick carpet, his forehead was battered, his face a bloody mess.

"Mr. Templeton, we honestly had no clue who was behind this. It was an acquaintance who hooked us up, and we got paid through them too. All we were told was to snap some pics of Ms. Chambers."

Having seen this man's brutal streak, he didn't dare utter the words “nude photos”.

The air conditioning was on in the living room, Maxwell's coat was casually thrown over a sofa, and he was just in a black shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His usually crisp clothes were all wrinkled now, giving off an air of a devil-may-care rogue.

Rosemary couldn't tell if he was splattered with blood, dressed in black from head to toe, but he looked no different from his usual self - still the posh and graceful scion of a wealthy family, nothing like the vicious thugs ready to kill at a moment's notice.

But the thick scent of blood in the air was making her head spin.

"Maxwell, what are you doing?"

Harvey, seated on a nearby armchair, saw Rosemary and stood up to leave, "The nearest hospital's a twenty-minute drive. If we rush them now, these guys could survive a half-month stay. Any more delays and they're going straight to the crematorium."

Rosemary's eyebrows twitched, and looking at the people on the floor who could hardly groan, she turned to the bodyguards who followed her back, "Get them to the hospital, quick."

But the bodyguards glanced at Maxwell, hesitated, and didn't move.

Rosemary couldn't help but raise her voice, and gave Maxwell an earful in front of everyone, "Maxwell, are you ignorant of the law? Assault is a one-way ticket to jail, and with your hot temper, you'd be beaten into a half-paralyzed mess in no time!"

Finally, Maxwell's mask-like indifference showed a crack, his deep eyes looked at her, his voice low and restrained, "You don't know what I'm doing?"

Even if she was clueless, it was clear as day. Her anger subsided a notch, and she said through gritted teeth, "Maxwell, I've already called the cops. Let them handle this mess. Don't meddle. Let the law deal with it as it should."

"What do you think they'll do?" He scoffed at her naivety, "The surveillance is silent. From the footage, these guys didn't even touch your clothes. At best, it's harassment, not even indecent assault. They'll be let out after a few days in detention."

He stared her down, his shiny black shoes stepping on one of the men's hands. The man, who had been lying motionless, almost unconscious, let out a scream.

Rosemary even heard the sound of bones breaking!