Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 139

Rosemary replied, “I know.”

Maxwell’s lips curled into a lingering smile, his tone tinged with amusement: “So, you don’t want me to investigate, don’t want to owe me anything, don’t want to get tangled up with me, or you simply don’t plan to pursue it further?”

Rosemary glanced at Larry, who was staring at her anxiously: “I have no plans to pursue it.”

“Hah,” this time, Maxwell genuinely let out a laugh, a scoffing one. He mocked, “You really shouldn’t be in Greenwood.”

“Huh?”

“You should go wake up the statue of God in Lakeside City. Take his position there, and I bet the place would prosper.”

She just knew that Maxwell, this bastard, would never say anything nice!

Without another word, she hung up the phone. Rosemary turned to Larry with an icy voice: “Satisfied? Hand over the phone.”

Larry, knowing he had been biased on this matter, felt a rare twinge of guilt. He handed the phone to Rosemary and noticed the shocking love bites on her neck.

As a man, he had an instinctive understanding of how intense a kiss had to be to leave such intense marks. Clearly, someone was deeply in love with this woman, to kiss her with such passionate force.

He had heard that they were getting a divorce, but with those marks and the bodyguards outside…

He brightened up inside, “Rosemary, you and Maxwell.”

Before he could finish, Stacey suddenly snatched the phone from Larry’s hand and smashed it to the ground. If seemed that was not enough for her, she proceeded to step on it with her full force.

Stacey was right beside Larry and she had already planned this, so even if Rosemary reached out her hand at her fastest speed to stop her, she was still a step too slow.

The bodyguards were outside. No matter how well-trained, they still couldn’t sprout wings and fly over.

“Stacey.”

Without hesitation, Rosemary delivered a slap on Stacey. She slapped so hard that it made her already aching head throb even more. She looked down at the woman who had fallen from her slap, “You want to die, huh? I’ll oblige.”

Larry intervened, “Rosemary, Stacey’s just a kid, and she’s immature. Dad apologizes on her behalf. She’s your sister, after all. Forgive her this once.”

Stacey held her swollen face, “Rosemary, you’re only acting all high and mighty because Maxwell’s got your back. Without him, what do you think you are? Your mother died so young, maybe you cursed her to death, and you also ruined the company. If dad hadn’t gone abroad, he’d probably be dead by your curse as well.”

Rosemary shook off Larry’s hand and gave Stacey another slap, interrupting her despicable words!

“Hasn’t Larry ever taught you to brush your teeth? That’s why the stench coming out of your mouth? Today I’m going to give you a free lesson on manners.”

“Ah!” After a few more slaps, Stacey screamed, “Rosemary, you dare hit me, I’ll kill you! You and your short-lived mother should both go to hell!”

She charged directly at Rosemary like a mad bull—

Rosemary didn’t dodge; her eyes were as cold as ice, staring coldly at her.

Stacey met her gaze, a chill ran down her spine, with goosebumps all over her skin. At that moment, she was convinced that Rosemary really meant to kill her.

This is a society ruled by law—how dare Rosemary have such thoughts?

As she lunged forward, her momentum halted as her neck was seized from behind. The discomfort nearly made her vomit. She turned to see the impassive face of the bodyguard choking her, “What the hell are you choking me? She’s the one who started this!”

The bodyguard was deadpanned, “Our duty is to protect Mrs. Templeton and ensure she is unharmed.”