Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 604

An obedient woman…

Ruby felt a wave of disgust run through her.

'F*ck his so-called obedience!'

Thompson drove them back to Ruby's Mount Hope Mansion.

Ruby sat on the passenger seat and felt increasingly irritable as she recalled what Blaine had said. She opened the car window, and the breeze blew on her face; her anxious and frustrated mood improved.

Thompson made fun of her when he saw that she looked like a child with ADHD. "Ruby, I've been your partner so many years, but I've never seen you so irritated because of an opponent. Have you fallen for Blaine after your one night stand with him?"

"You're an *sshole!"

Her face blushed in anger, and she almost went out of control. Every sign indicated that Frost Blade had an unusual influence over Ruby.

"Did you reach an agreement with Frost Blade? You asked me not to disturb your discussion, so I didn't go out."

Ruby humphed softly. "Consider it done."

A wave of surprise flashed through Thompson's eyes. "What did you offer him? How did he answer so pleasantly?"

Ruby glanced at Thompson. Frost Blade had been challenging to handle, but Thompson considered that as an amicable agreement?

"If you know what I've sacrificed…" Ruby stopped speaking and swallowed her words just as she wanted to tell him.

However, she could not tell anybody about such a shameful matter! Otherwise, how would she continue to survive in that same social circle?

Thompson's eyes brightened, and stared at her mischievously. He asked, "Did you sacrifice your beauty?"

"Impossible!" Ruby knew that she had overreacted. She gulped and said, "I only promised him that after we've gotten rid of Stephen, Wilson will represent the organization to get Z country to sign a 100-year peace treaty with R country."

The condition was seductive and sincere enough that Thompson did not doubt it.

"That man has a big appetite. However, it doesn't make any sense. You ran after him, but he did not take advantage of you? What a gentleman!"

Gentleman?

If Frost Blade were a gentleman, there were no bad guys in the world.

Ruby pursed her red lips, and her tone was unkind. "Does it look like it's easy to bully me?"

Thompson shrugged. "Not at all."

…

On a helicopter on the way to R country.

Old K asked, "Leader, are we really allying with those people to get rid of Stephen?"

"Where did Wilson go? Search the second floor; I'll look for him on the first floor."

After she gave her order to Thompson, Ruby looked for Wilson in the rooms on the first floor. She finally found him at the laboratory.

A few piles of medical books and medication were placed on the desk.

"What are you doing?"

Wilson did not even lift his head; he continued with his experiment. "I don't believe that I can't develop the antidote. I can't let Serene continue to sleep like a zombie. If she needed drugs and equipment to live, how is that any different than being dead?"

Ruby frowned. "How long do you need before you can come up with an antidote? Thompson and I can help you."

Ruby told Thompson where they were, and the men stayed in the laboratory the entire night.

In the later part of the evening, Ruby put on a silk bathrobe. She twisted and turned on the bed; she could not fall asleep. She discovered that the laboratory lights were still on after she poured and drank a cup of water. She walked to the room and found that Thompson had already fallen asleep with his head on the desk. However, Wilson was still doing his experiment stubbornly, and there were many white mice beside him.

Ruby hugged her arms around her chest. She looked at the man in the laboratory and sighed.

Serene would pick Southern Stars for Wilson and be swallowed by a group of wolves. As for Wilson, he would go to the Dark Organization to save Serene. At that moment, he was in the laboratory as he tried to develop an antidote.

So what if she had to sacrifice something for the 100-year peace between two countries?

Maybe they should not have indulged in love and relationships. Their profession and the missions on their shoulders meant that they would have to sacrifice something eventually.