Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 379

"What a load of hogwash!" The middle-aged man suddenly scolded loudly. "This is a downright disrespect to Ms. Mirabelle. You folks are going off half-cocked. You should apologize to Ms. Mirabelle right away."

The head of security immediately dropped his gaze, apologizing to the middle-aged man and Mirabelle. He explained that even though the idea wasn’t his brainchild, he needed to shoulder the blame.

"Ms. Mirabelle, I’m sorry for the misconduct of my team," the middle-aged man said, shaking hands with Rosemary and expressing his deep apology.

"Your interpretation of the artwork is spot-on. I thought you’d use conventional symbols to denote longevity and peace, but you chose such a unique path. It’s really striking and top-notch!"

In this painting, there were two special birds, a species native only to eastern countries. The long tail feathers of the birds looked like ribbons, and they had the longest lifespan among small birds. Hence, they symbolized longevity.

The two birds were flying through the clouds, their motions intricately depicted. Every element in the painting, be it the birds, the landscapes, or the flora, came to life under Rosemary’s brush, captivating the viewer.

"There are many good painters in the art world, but no one can compare to you when it comes to capturing the hardest elements of form and essence."

Other artists’ works either lacked depth in the ambiance or didn’t adequately represent the form. But Rosemary was hailed as a master of oriental painting art, not only because she brought a fresh style to the art form, but also because each of her works had a distinct personal touch. Crucially, she could capture the hard-to-grasp essence and form in her art. This exquisite skill was beyond the average artist.

"Ms. Mirabelle, could I ask for your autograph?" A middle-aged man, looking like a fanboy, gazed expectantly at Rosemary.

"Sure," Rosemary replied calmly. "Where should I sign?"

"Here," the man said, opening a cherished notebook he carried with him and handing it over with both hands.

Rosemary picked up the pen and wrote a line on the first page: ’May you seize favourable opportunities and circumstances, brave difficulties, and stride forward to realize your lofty aspirations.’ She signed her name in the bottom right corner: ’Mirabelle.’

The man didn’t expect Ms. Mirabelle to include a blessing for him. He was touched and unexpectedly noticed that Ms. Mirabelle’s handwriting resembled that of a calligrapher he admired. Before he could think more, Ms. Mirabelle spoke.

"I have other matters to attend to. Unless there’s anything else, I’ll take my leave," Rosemary said, preparing to leave.

The man hurriedly said, "Ms. Mirabelle, please wait."

Rosemary was puzzled. Was there something else?

"I just wanted to ask, Ms. Mirabelle, do you have a boyfriend? My son is about your age."

Rosemary caught his drift and replied lightly, "I have a boyfriend."

She has a boyfriend? A hint of regret flashed in the man’s eyes, but he quickly said, "That’s alright. I’ll walk you out, Ms. Mirabelle."

"No need," Rosemary said lightly. "Please hold."

She nodded and was about to leave the warehouse when she saw a security guard quickly approach the middle-aged man, whispering something in his ear.

The man looked towards Rosemary’s retreating figure and asked with some surprise, "Ms. Mirabelle, do you know Romeo from McMllian Corporation?"

Rosemary stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him.

"My man here tells me that you’re driving Romeo’s car."

Rosemary frowned slightly. She had this feeling that someone was sneakily watching her from upstairs. Calmly, she said, "If you need anything in the future, just talk to me directly. Don’t bother him."

The middle-aged man looked a bit confused. Was she worried about him bothering Romeo? Just as he was about to explain that she might have got it wrong, he saw the girl glance upstairs, walk out of the warehouse, take a hairpin from the bodyguard’s leader, get into a car, and leave.

She was young but had such a strong personality and presence.

The woman upstairs only came down after Rosemary had left. "Do you think she noticed me?"

"Nah, she just casually looked up. Probably because the light above was too glaring," the middle-aged man said, pulling her into his embrace. "After we deliver the painting tomorrow, let’s leave this place."

"Alright," the woman said, looking at Rosemary’s retreating figure with a hint of regret in her voice. "It’s a shame. She already has a boyfriend."

If that wasn’t the case, Rosemary’s aura, age, and painting skills would have been a good match for her son.

Rosemary drove to her next destination and called Romeo to update him on her situation.

Having anxiously waited for nearly an hour at home, Romeo finally heard her voice and felt a weight lift off his heart.

"Does anyone else know that the hairpin you gave me is a tracker?" Rosemary suddenly asked.

Romeo was a bit puzzled. "Did you get caught?"

"Yeah."

"Did they give you trouble?"

"No."

Romeo heaved a sigh of relief and began to ponder.

"Only my development team and I have seen the hairpin. It hasn’t been leaked, and it’s not available on the market," Romeo said. "The development team is loyal to me, and they wouldn’t betray me."

Their wealth wouldn’t be enough to buy a painting priced at ten million either. So, how did the fact that the hairpin was a tracker get leaked, and why was it spotted instantly? It almost caused trouble for Rosemary.

"Well, you better check. There might be a mole," Rosemary said while driving. "I’m almost there. I’ll call you when I’m done."

"Alright," Romeo cautioned. "Be careful."

"Yeah, don’t worry."

Rosemary parked her car in the private club’s garage and saw two pretty girls getting out of another sports car. One of them, with her beautiful features, had an air of arrogance about her.

Alma Collins? What was she doing here?

Alma had also noticed Rosemary. She didn’t expect Rosemary to come here, let alone in Romeo’s car!

"Rose," Alma smiled. "Are you alone? Want to hang out with us? We have a class reunion tonight."

Rosemary glanced at the friend next to Alma, who was acting as if she was top dog. With her arms crossed over her chest, she looked at Rosemary with a condescending gaze.

"No need. I have things to do," Rosemary replied.

She shut her car door and headed for the club, with Alma trailing behind her. Alma asked, "Why are you here alone? Why didn’t Romeo come with you?"

Rosemary turned to look at her, and Alma felt an inexplicable pressure from that glance. She didn’t expect her cousin, who just came back home, to have such a strong aura.

There was an elevator in the garage that led directly to the first floor of the club, and there were four attendants standing outside.

Alma asked again, "Rose, do you have a membership card? Only members with a five-star rating or above can park their cars here and take this elevator."

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