Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Chapter 385

"Cherry, give it a rest. No need to make a fuss over it."

"Making a big deal out of this won’t do your family any favors."

"Listen, I’ll cover the cost. You just apologize to him."

"Please, Cherry."

A few classmates quietly pleaded with Cherry. Annoyed, Cherry glared at Rosemary, "Typical small-town girl. You can’t shake off your money-grubbing ways. I’ve got cash to burn! A hundred grand, keep the change!"

She wrote a check for a hundred grand and tossed it in Evan’s face.

The check fluttered to the ground.

Cherry stood there, haughty as royalty.

"Pick. It. Up," Rosemary coolly watched her, "I’ve got no patience for this. Either I call the cops or you apologize sincerely. Your call."

"Cherry, I’m begging you, just apologize!"

"Please, Cherry."

"Apologize to a waiter? What are you guys thinking?" Cherry crossed her arms, clearly refusing to apologize.

She could afford to pay, but apologizing to someone beneath her? That was a no-go.

"A job is just a means to survive. If I threw you out into the real world, you wouldn’t even know how to make a living, and you still have the nerve to look down on others."

"You!"

"At least they earn their money with their own two hands, unlike you, spending your parents’ cash like there’s no tomorrow, all the while feeling superior."

Furious, Cherry glared at Rosemary, "No matter what you say, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re beneath me."

"So being a waiter automatically makes you inferior?"

"Just because you’re not born into a wealthy family and have to work for a living, does that make you less than?"

"If it weren’t for these diligent workers keeping your family’s enterprise afloat, would you even be here to diss them? If you’re so capable, fire them! I recorded what you just said," Rosemary held up her phone, "If your family’s employees heard you calling them ’inferior’, I wonder how many would quit? How much would your stocks plummet? How much damage would your family take?"

Cherry was gritting her teeth in rage.

"Pick it up. Apologize. I won’t say it a third time," Rosemary coolly watched her, "You may look down on others for their jobs, but they’ll look down on you for your attitude. If word gets out that the Evert family’s princess is so full of herself and arrogant, imagine the backlash the Evert family would face."

Cherry was fuming, but in the end, she begrudgingly picked up the check and muttered an apology.

Just when everyone thought it was over, Rosemary asked, "Who pushed the manager?"

That guy quickly owned up. He didn’t want another beating from Rosemary.

"Rosemary, you’ll pay for this!" Cherry threatened as she left.

Once the seven or so students left, the club’s staff started clapping. Rosemary turned to check on Evan’s injuries, "Manager, can he take a break, maybe get checked out at the hospital?"

"Sure, I’ll arrange for someone to take him. Ms. Rose, thank you for helping us again."

Rosemary had helped them out before.

Rosemary nodded slightly, "I’ve got some things to take care of, so I’ll be going now."

The club’s manager immediately followed her, pressing the elevator button for her, "Ms. Rose, allow me to see you out. We really wouldn’t know what to do without you today."

As the crowd dispersed, no one noticed the couple in the corner admiring Rosemary.

"Honey, we are right. She’s truly exceptional," the middle-aged man was in awe of Rosemary’s integrity, bravery, kindness, and decisive problem-solving. He couldn’t help but admire her.

"Oh my god, I like her even more," the lady was once again touched by Rosemary. She didn’t expect such a brave woman in this era.

The way Rosemary just smacked that person was way too cool!

The lady really wished she had two sons, so she could have one of them pursue Rosemary.

Such a pity! A real pity!

The manager escorted Rosemary to her car, reminding her, "If anyone tries to ambush you on the road or if you run into any trouble, come find me. I’ve got a secret room here where people can hide. No one would find out. Plus, I know some folks in high places."

Rosemary thought the manager’s behavior tonight was a bit off. Not only did he escort her to the garage, but he also said some strange things.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing," the manager didn’t dare to tell her that his creepy boss Mr. McMillian had taken notice of her, fearing that Mr. McMillian might have someone intercept her on the road.

"Anyway, Ms. Rose, you must be careful."

"Okay."

Rosemary only called Romeo to check in after she got in the car.

"Have you handed over the music sheet?" Romeo asked with concern, "Did everything go smoothly?"

"Yes, it went very smoothly. They were very satisfied with the music sheet," Rosemary didn’t mention that she had hit someone. "I’m on my way home now."

"Okay, drive carefully. Watch the road."

"Mm-hmm."

After hanging up the phone, Rosemary focused on driving.

After Rosemary left, the manager urgently gathered all the waiters, "Don’t tell Mr. McMillian about what happened tonight! Or you’ll be fired!"

All the waiters were confused. They didn’t understand why.

Wasn’t this Mr. McMillian’s club?

Someone caused trouble tonight. Shouldn’t they report it to Mr. McMillian?

"Just follow my instructions."

The manager was afraid that if Romeo found out about Ms. Rose hitting someone here, he would trouble Ms. Rose and force her to do something she didn’t want to do.

After all, given Mr. McMillian’s influence and temper, it was better to be careful.

Romeo had some late-night snacks prepared, having nothing to do at home, so he called the manager again.

"Did anything happen tonight?"

Hearing Romeo’s question, the manager was startled. He suddenly felt a bit guilty. Did Mr. McMillian already know something?

Did a waiter sneakily report it to him?

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

The manager felt uneasy, "No, nothing."

His nervousness didn’t escape Romeo, "You should know the consequences of hiding things."

Realizing he couldn’t hide it any longer, the manager confessed, "Mr. McMillian, if you have any anger, vent it on me. It was me who allowed Ms. Rose to hit someone. It has nothing to do with her."

"It was you who allowed her?" Romeo raised an eyebrow, "She hit someone?"

"It’s mainly because those people went too far," the manager told about Alvis injuring the waiter and Ms. Rose helping them.

"Is that waiter very handsome?"

The manager was taken aback by Mr. McMillian’s question, quickly saying, "No, compared to you, his looks are nowhere close. Oh no, I should say there’s no comparison at all."