Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380

If it wasn’t for her uncle and aunt, Rosemary really didn’t want to have anything to do with Alma. Still, Alma stuck to her like glue, even speeding up just to walk side by side with her.

"Rose, do you come here often?"

Alma knew that this club was later taken over by Romeo. She often came here, partly hoping to bump into Romeo, and partly thinking that if she splurged enough to hit five-star status, Romeo would notice her.

Seeing that Rosemary didn’t respond, Alma asked again, "Does Romeo bring you here often? Or do you come by yourself?"

"Your bumpkin cousin doesn’t even have basic manners," Alma’s friend Cherry Evert couldn’t help but scoff. "Alma, just let her make a fool of herself later. Why waste your time?"

Alma didn’t want to deal with Rosemary, but she needed to know if Romeo would be at the club tonight. Rosemary had arrived in Romeo’s car—was she here to meet him? If so, she had to wreck it.

Seeing the three women approaching the elevator, a staff member quickly radioed in some words. Soon, over a dozen staff members came down by elevator to the garage, standing neatly in front of the elevator, blocking their path.

"Someone got recognized who’s not a member, so they won’t let us in."

At this, Cherry pulled Alma to stand next to her, then lifted her chin arrogantly, looking at the dozen or so staff members in front of her.

"I haven’t been here for a while, and you guys don’t recognize me anymore?"

The head waiter quickly bowed in greeting, "Ms. Cherry." Then he turned to Alma and politely greeted, "Ms. Alma."

"You know who we are. Why don’t you step aside?" Cherry said, then gave Rosemary a haughty look and coldly said, "Just so you know, we don’t know this person. Whatever you want to do with her is your business."

Cherry, arm in arm with Alma, planned to walk past this wall of people.

The head waiter respectfully said, "I’m sorry, Ms. Cherry, Ms. Alma, could you please wait a moment?"

"Wait?" Cherry found this ridiculous. "I’ve lived all these years, and no one can ask me to wait!"

"I’m really sorry, but it’s the club’s rule."

Just then, the elevator door opened, and the manager came out. The dozen or so waiters lined up on both sides, and the manager quickly walked past, ignoring Cherry and Alma. He went straight to Rosemary, bending over to greet her respectfully.

"Ms. Rose, you didn’t even give us a heads up that you’re coming. Please wait a moment, we’ve already sent someone to get the red carpet."

"No need for such a fuss."

Rosemary stepped forward. The manager hurried to keep up, and the waiters on both sides maintained their bowing posture.

"Ms. Rose, I’m sorry for our lack of hospitality. All your expenses in the private room tonight are on the house."

Cherry and Alma were shocked. What the hell was going on?

"I’m not the one spending tonight, no need to be so formal."

"Ms. Rose, you’re too understanding. It makes me feel even more guilty."

The manager pressed the lift open button, blocked the door with his hand until Rosemary got in, and then he followed, all the while bowing, as if Rosemary was the owner of the club.

Finally, Cherry realized that the manager and these dozen or so waiters were here to welcome Rosemary. They were the five-star members, but they were left waiting on the side. The lift was only for Rosemary’s use. Weren’t they worthy to share a lift with Rosemary?

"Alma, what’s the deal with your cousin?" Cherry was a bit pissed. Even their five-star membership, with annual consumption of over a million, had to give way to her. "Did her family seriously start throwing pocket change at her the moment she came back?"

Was she spending more here than both of them combined? No way. Rosemary just got back to the Collins family, and she was already dropping millions here? Even if she was a big spender, the club shouldn’t be making such a big fuss over her. There were plenty of other big spenders who didn’t get this kind of treatment when they came in.

"I have no clue," Alma said, feeling a touch green with envy. The only people who got this kind of welcome were the McMillians, as far as she knew. Could it be because of Romeo? Did Romeo arrange this grand welcome? The more she thought about it, the more she saw Rosemary as a bit of a show-off.

Meanwhile, Rosemary had no idea that Romeo owned the club now. She took the VIP elevator as agreed and arrived at the top-level suite 901. She’d been to the ninth floor plenty of times, but this was her first time in suite 901.

She knocked on the door, and a woman’s elegant voice came from inside. "Come in."

Rosemary pushed open the door, only to find a quiet café waiting inside. In a place where booze and nightlife were the norm, a café was certainly a surprise.

The woman sitting at the coffee table was elegantly dressed and had a dignified aura. Seeing a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen walk in, she was surprised, "Is Maestro Melody not coming?"

"I am Melody."

The middle-aged woman looked Rosemary up and down, seemingly interested. The girl had a refined face, with an air of cool elegance in her brow and eyes. It was stunning. Girls her age rarely had such grace and beauty.

Rosemary was also sizing up the lady. The lady’s eyes were captivating. Even though she was in her thirties or forties, her beautiful face still radiated a charming allure.

"Please, have a seat," the lady said, pointing toward the piano stool.

Rosemary understood. This was her chance to prove herself.

Rosemary sat at the piano, her slender fingers dancing across the keys, playing a beautiful melody. The lady stopped making coffee, quickly drawn into the pleasant atmosphere created by Rosemary. She was deeply moved.

The tune echoed in the air, with Melody’s unique style, becoming more enchanting the more she listened. The lady didn’t even feel like making coffee anymore. She stopped and lost herself in the wonderful piano music, completely entranced.

As soon as Rosemary finished playing, she handed the sheet music to the lady. "This is what you asked for."

The beautiful lady’s skin was incredibly smooth. Her smile was like melting ice and snow, bringing everything back to life. It added to her charm.

"How long have you been playing the piano?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"For several years now."