Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 395

As soon as Rosemary stepped into the restaurant, she was noticed by a sharp-eyed girl.

"Hey, isn’t that Rosemary?"

The girl who was speaking was a friend of Cherry, who was sitting by the window with all her friends, enjoying their afternoon coffee. No one expected to bump into Rosemary there.

Cherry took a glance and sure enough, it was that little troublemaker! Ever since she returned to the Collins family, that girl seemed to have plenty of spare cash to squander.

As Rosemary walked past Cherry’s table, someone knocked over two beautifully decorated cupcakes with their elbow. If Rosemary hadn’t dodged in time, her shoes would have been stained by them.

"Rosemary? Are you blind? You destroyed our cupcakes. Pay for them!"

Ignoring them, Rosemary stepped over the cupcakes on the floor, intending to leave.

"Are you deaf? I’m talking to you," Cherry’s voice attracted quite a bit of attention.

A friend blocked Rosemary’s way and sarcastically said, "So, you think you can damage other people’s stuff without paying? Can’t even say sorry? Seems like you are both deaf and dumb."

Rosemary’s eyes suddenly turned cold as she retorted, "You don’t want your hand anymore?"

Remembering the night when Rosemary beat up Harley, the friend awkwardly retracted her hand, not daring to argue with her anymore.

"Is this how the Collins family raises their kids?" Cherry deliberately raised her voice, her tone aggressive. "Oh, I forgot, you just came back from a small town. You haven’t completely gotten rid of your uncivilized habits. I’m telling you, there’s no end to this matter without an apology and compensation!"

A quick-witted server rushed over and politely asked them, "Excuse me, what seems to be the problem here?"

"This girl ruined my cupcakes. I want her to apologize and pay, but she refuses to do so," Cherry played the victim. "The standards of your restaurant have really dropped, letting in all sorts of riffraff. It’s really ruining my mood."

The server was confused and unsure of the situation.

"The cupcakes fell because of her. There’s video proof," Rosemary watched the whole thing with cold eyes, as if she was watching a bunch of fools.

"Then go ahead and check the video!" Cherry had noticed that the only camera facing their table had been blocked by Rosemary’s figure, so her little elbow trick wouldn’t have been recorded.

The girls demanded the server check the surveillance footage. Although they couldn’t see who knocked over the cupcakes, they could see that they were indeed placed on the edge of the table. As Rosemary passed by, the cupcakes fell.

"See? The cupcakes were perfectly fine on the table, but they fell as soon as she came. What does that tell you?"

Rosemary smirked, "The surveillance footage is very clear. As soon as I arrived, you deliberately extended your right elbow. Such a low-level trick—do you think the police wouldn’t be able to see through it if we brought this to them?"

A server nearby noticed the situation escalating and hurriedly brought over the restaurant manager.

The manager, after hearing the story, politely bowed, "Ladies, how about this? We’ll serve you new cupcakes, and let’s just put this behind us."

"What is it to you? Get lost! I’m not letting this go today!" Cherry was adamant, looking down at Rosemary. "If you don’t want to apologize and pay, that’s fine. Let me slap you once, and we’ll call it even."

Rosemary found this amusing as she teased, "Are you crazy from drinking coffee? You should go to the hospital and get your brain checked."

Cherry stood up, blocking Rosemary’s path. "Today, I’m determined to slap you!!"

Just as she was about to strike—

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you think you can just slap my daughter-in-law’s face whenever you feel like it?"

At that moment, a graceful lady approached, her exquisite features radiating an unworldly elegance. She took Rosemary’s hand, offering support against the prying eyes of the surrounding crowd, her icy gaze fixed on the few troublemakers.

"Mrs. McMillian? What brings you down here?" The restaurant manager looked at her, his voice a mixture of surprise and respect. He had just heard that this young woman was the daughter-in-law whom Mrs. McMillian had been expecting.

"I was bored in the suite, so I came down to fetch my daughter-in-law. Mr. Earl, I must say, I’m very disappointed to see you standing by while these people harass her."

"Mrs. McMillian, you misunderstand. I was trying to keep the peace; these young ladies were the ones stirring the pot," Mr. Earl protested, his eyes holding a hint of frustration as he looked at the young women.

He had seen his fair share of troublemakers, but that was a whole new level! Cherry and her friends were in shock. Who could intimidate Mr. Earl like that? Could it be Mrs. McMillian, the matriarch of the McMillian Corporation? Was she Romeo’s mother? Could it be Jennifer?

The more Cherry looked, the more she was convinced that this stunning woman was indeed Jennifer. Her features were even more refined, and her demeanor was even more aristocratic than before. She was always a beauty, her skin fair and soft, her presence a perfect blend of elegance and grace, yet still commanding respect and authority.

But wait, had Jennifer just referred to Rosemary as her daughter-in-law? Impossible!!

"Auntie, she’s not Serena," Cherry gently corrected her. "Her name is Rosemary. She’s the newly recognized daughter of the Collins family."

"I can see just fine, dear. No need for the reminder," Jennifer retorted, then turned to the restaurant manager. "I had planned to enjoy afternoon tea with my daughter-in-law. But since someone insists on causing trouble, I suggest you clear the room."

"Of course," the manager knew that the young women were in deep trouble and quickly ordered the staff to clear the room.

Cherry’s friends, sensing the danger, started to panic.

"Cherry, I just remembered something urgent at home. I should leave."

"Me too, I think my period just started."

"We’ll reschedule."

As they attempted to flee from that place, they were stopped in their tracks by the waitstaff. Frightened, they quickly hid behind Cherry, their cowardly behavior making Cherry cringe.

Once the room was cleared, the manager locked the front door, hung up a ’Temporarily Closed’ sign, and even personally brought over a chair, respectfully saying, "Mrs. McMillian, the room is all cleared as you requested. Please, have a seat."

Jennifer sat down gracefully and dialed a number on her phone. "Cynthia, I’m at Oceanview Restaurant. I need you to come down here."

At the mention of the name ’Cynthia’, Cherry’s face turned pale. That was her mother’s name! How did Mrs. McMillian get her mother’s contact?

Oh, she remembered. Many years ago, when the Evert family was facing a financial crisis, it was the McMillian Corporation that extended a helping hand. At that time, the McMillian Corporation was also working on several projects with the Evert family.

"This isn’t a social call. Your daughter has been harassing my daughter-in-law, slandering her, and even threatening violence. You need to come down here and discipline her."

Cherry’s heart sank. She was doomed.

Her friends, witnessing that, were terrified and started making excuses.

"Mrs. McMillian, I didn’t participate in this act."

"I really do have an emergency at home. Can I please be excused?"

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