Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Chapter 383

This lady was growing fonder of Rosemary by the minute. How could there be such an angel in this world? Whose kid was she? She was so adorable!

"Alright, time for me to hit the road," Rosemary stood up, knowing it was getting late and Romeo would be fretting.

"Melody, let’s hang out some other time," the lady called out to her. "Dinner’s on me."

Rosemary turned around, smiled, and said, "Sounds good."

Once Rosemary left, the lady stared at her retreating figure, her eyes filled with longing. "What a gem. Which lucky devil snatched her up? Such a pity. I’d love to take her home."

"It’s fate. Even if we can’t be family, we can still keep in touch, like family. She mentioned something about the fruit wine being off. I need to look into that. If it was one of your friends who spiked it, I won’t let them off the hook."

"Melody is so stunning. There’s no way she’d lie." The lady’s mind was filled with Rosemary’s image. How perfect it would be if this girl was her daughter-in-law.

Spotting the prescription Rosemary left behind, the lady picked it up for a closer look. "Such a neat, strong handwriting. It’s full of character, just like her."

The lady liked Rosemary even more after seeing her handwriting.

"Do you reckon it looks familiar?"

The lady took a glance. It did seem familiar, like she’d seen it somewhere before.

"Evarose?" They said in unison, looking at each other.

After a moment of surprise, the lady found some familiar characters in the prescription.

"Look, these characters also appear in her works. The style and font are identical."

"Could she really be Evarose?" The lady was not only surprised but also fell for the girl even more.

Meanwhile.

Alma handed a wad of cash to the waiter, wanting to know which floor Rosemary went to and who she met.

But the waiter didn’t accept it. He whispered, "Ms. Alma, we can’t disclose client information. Please don’t make me do this."

"Who would know that? I won’t tell others," Alma said. Seeing that he really wouldn’t accept it, she pulled out another wad of cheques. She ripped one off and handed it to him. "Since you can’t say it, write it down. Ten grand a word, right here."

"Ms. Alma, I’m really sorry," the waiter still didn’t agree. Rosemary was his benefactor. Without her, he might have lost his job. He would never betray her.

"Alma, he’s just holding out for more money," Cherry, sitting on the couch, looked down on him. "So, ten grand a word is not enough? How much do you want?"

"Ms. Cherry, you might have misunderstood. I’m not asking for money," the waiter kept his respectful posture, sincerely saying, "Protecting the privacy of our clients is part of our job."

"I bet you, a low-life, struggle every day, and even basic food and clothing is an issue. Your living conditions might even be worse than a dog’s, and you’re here talking to me about job responsibilities?" Cherry suddenly swept all the game chips on the table to the floor in front of her classmates. "Pick them up."

"Ms. Cherry."

"What, isn’t this your job?"

All her classmates laughed, enjoying the waiter’s embarrassment.

The waiter squatted down, picking up the game chips one by one, looking awkward but not daring to resist.

Cherry stood up and walked over to him, her high heels grinding his hand. "Do you think you’re worthy to play the high and mighty in front of us? Alma is being nice to you to ask you for information. Do you see yourself as some big shot?"

Alma coldly watched from the side, quite unhappy about the waiter’s behavior. Lucky for her, Cherry vented her anger for her.

The waiter was in so much pain he wanted to pull his hand back, but Cherry intentionally applied more pressure.

"Alright Cherry, why ruin your mood over a low-life? If you’re upset, we can help you vent; you don’t have to do it yourself," a male classmate, Alvis, came over and patted Cherry on the shoulder.

Cherry scornfully glanced at the waiter, then took her foot off and returned to her seat.

Alvis picked up the waiter and socked him hard in the gut.

"Dare to upset Cherry, are you asking for a fight?"

Alvis gave him another kick, sending the waiter flying out of the private room. The waiter, wincing in pain, struggled to get on his feet and staggered towards the hall.

"Oh, do you think you can escape?"

Alvis grinned, and the whole room filled with laughter.

He picked up a wine bottle. "Cherry, watch this. Revenge is coming."

His classmates started egging him on.

"Alvis is so sweet to you, Cherry."

"Should we go and watch?"

"Come on, Cherry, let’s go."

"Alma, you come too!"

The waiter, exhausted, stumbled to the hall and collapsed again.

With the classmates’ cheer, Alvis, clutching the wine bottle, headed towards the waiter in anger.

The other waiters and security guards stared in confusion, unsure of what happened.

At the same time, the elevator door opened, and Rosemary’s gaze fell on the scene.

"What kind of trash is this, ruining my mood?"

The bottle came down hard, and the waiter, too weak to resist, was hit on the head, blood running down his forehead. It was a horrifying sight.

Alvis, seeing the bottle still intact, complained, "Why is this bottle so sturdy?"

The rich kids and nobles laughed, ignoring the bleeding waiter.

Someone had gone to get the manager. The security guards wanted to help but were afraid of offending these wealthy people.

Alvis raised the bottle again, ready to strike the waiter’s head.

Then, a figure appeared in front of the waiter, knocking the bottle out of Alvis’s hand.

Alvis was about to get angry, but then he saw it was a pretty girl, and he was dumbfounded.

The waiter raised his hand to shield himself, only to find Rosemary had arrived when the bottle hit.

"Are you okay?" Rosemary helped the waiter. Seeing his bloody forehead, she was instantly angry.

"Ms. Rose," Evan’s nose tingled.

He didn’t cry when he bent over to pick up chips.

He didn’t cry when Cherry ruthlessly trampled on his hand.

He didn’t cry when Alvis hit him.

But why, seeing Rosemary, did he suddenly feel like crying?

A few months ago, before the club came under Romeo’s ownership, a nouveau riche caused trouble. It was Rosemary who saved him then too.

He owed Rosemary twice now.

It seemed like only Rosemary saw him as a person.

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