Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 666

Chapter 666: Chapter 666

Serena slid to the floor, her body unable to support her any longer after she hung up the phone.

Through the call, she could feel Bard’s genuine concern. It wasn’t just a show for appearances’ sake.

But as much as Bard cared about her, as close as they had always been, she now felt a vast distance between them.

All because of Rosemary!

Clutching the snow in her fists, Serena thought bitterly that if it weren’t for Rosemary, she would still be the darling princess of the Collins family, adored by all. Her brothers wouldn’t despise her, her aunt wouldn’t have struck her, and she could still be acting coy with her uncle like before.

How wonderful those days were?

It was all Rosemary’s fault that she had fallen into such a state!

The cold snow melted in her palm, but she couldn’t feel the chill, her eyes brimming with hatred towards Rosemary.

Her phone rang repeatedly until she snapped back to reality and answered it.

"Sorry, Serena, the traffic was a beast. I’m just downstairs at the restaurant now. Where are you?" the driver apologized profusely over the phone.

"I’ve already gone back to the hotel," Serena replied icily, cutting off the call. She didn’t want the driver to see her in such disarray, lest it get back to Martin and make a bad impression.

As the snow continued to fall, she struggled to her feet and made her way back to the hotel, step by step.

Along the way, she remembered her aunt mentioning that she had bought Rosemary a welcome gift worth $3 million. Serena’s heart swelled with discontent, fueling her disdain for Rosemary.

The next morning

Just as Rosemary finished getting ready to head downstairs, a nervous servant suggested,

"Miss Rose, perhaps you should get some more rest. Or maybe take a stroll in the garden through the back staircase. It’s best not to pass through the living room."

Puzzled, Rosemary glanced up and asked, "Why?"

"Bess Griffith is here, and she’s a real piece of work," the servant whispered. "Mrs. Griffith is already dealing with her. If you can’t go back to sleep, Miss Rose, why not enjoy the garden? Shall I bring your breakfast out there?"

"Sure." Rosemary didn’t want to cause any trouble, and as she stepped into the garden, she saw a girl taking selfies on a swing.

Noticing Rosemary, the girl snapped irritably,

"Is this Eunice’s idea of hospitality? I come all the way to see her and not even a cup of tea or a biscuit in sight. Hurry up and serve me!"

Rosemary regarded the snobby heiress and asked calmly, "Who are you to her?"

"What’s it to you?" the girl scoffed, looking Rosemary up and down. "Why’s a servant asking so many questions?"

To think a servant didn’t recognize her!

Just then, another servant approached, trembling, with a tray of pastries and fruit. In her nervousness, she nearly dropped it.

"I’ve got it," Rosemary said, steadying the tray.

The poor servant was about to tell Rose that the young lady was also not to be trifled with.

But Rosemary had already taken the tray and placed it before the spoiled rich girl.

The girl, admiring her own reflection, was displeased when Rosemary delivered the tray.

"Is this what Eunice sends for my welcome?" she huffed.

"Is there a problem?"

"These are fit for a dog, and you dare present them to me?" the rich girl flipped the tray onto the ground.

Fresh orange juice, milk, an assortment of six fruits, and four different pastries scattered across the grass.

The servants at a distance were terrified.

Unfazed, Rosemary faced her.

"Are you saying you’ve never had any of these before? Milk? Fruit? Not even as a child?"

"Of course I’ve had it!"

"And yet you go and say that stuff is fit for dogs. So what does that make you? A dog?"

"You, you dare twist your words to insult me?"

The rich girl stood up in a fury, her hand raised to slap Rosemary across the face.

But Rosemary effortlessly caught her descending hand.

"You dare grab me? Let go! I’m telling you to let go, do you hear me?"

With a swift motion, Rosemary pushed her away, and the girl stumbled back into her chair, her face turning a shade of red with anger!

"Are you one of Eunice’s minions, sent here to provoke me? You have the same low-class manners as she does!"

The rich girl pointed a finger at Rosemary’s nose and ordered,

"I command you to pick up everything off the floor! Eat it all up!"

Rosemary regarded her with the kind of look one reserves for the mentally unhinged and asked nonchalantly,

"And what if I don’t?"

"Then your end today will be particularly unsightly! Guards!"

Her entourage of seven or eight bodyguards surged forward at her call.

"Strip her of her clothes!" the girl demanded, eyeing Rosemary’s limited edition LY outfit with disdain.

Hah, as if a servant could afford such fine attire.

"With her salary, she couldn’t afford it in a lifetime! Surely Eunice taught her some seductive tricks to weasel benefits from men!"

How else could a servant afford LY designer clothes?

It had been a long time since Rosemary had loosened her muscles, but today, the rich girl had ignited her rage.

"Struck a nerve, have I? Ashamed and angry?" the rich girl taunted.

"The crooked beam leads to a crooked wall. Strip her first, give her a beating, then send her to Eunice’s!"

"Don’t you dare disrespect Ms. Rose!"

From not too far away, a few servants finally mustered the courage and rushed over to shield Rosemary.

"This is Ms. Rose, not some lowly servant as you claim."

"Ms. Rose? Never heard of her. Eunice’s illegitimate daughter all grown up now?"

"Watch your tongue! She’s the niece of Mr. Bard, Mrs. Collins’ own daughter. By rank, you are far inferior to her!"

"Louisa has a daughter this old? Did she also fall under Eunice’s influence, learning to sneak around with men?"

Rosemary stepped forward and took down several bodyguards in quick succession.

Before anyone could react, she was already upon the rich girl, delivering a savage kick.

The rich girl hadn’t even processed what was happening when Rosemary slapped her repeatedly.

Grabbing the rich girl by the collar, Rosemary demanded,

"My mother’s reputation is not for you to tarnish, understand?"

The rich girl was stunned, her cheeks flushed from the slaps, her eyes reddening.

She couldn’t believe that she had been struck within the walls of the Bard estate!

"Has no one taught you manners? You throw a tantrum without considering whose territory you’re on! Guards!"

Rosemary turned to a servant and asked, "Who is she exactly?"

"Mr. Bard’s aunt is her grandmother. Therefore, you are her elder sister."

Elder sister?

A flash of satisfaction crossed Rosemary’s eyes.

"Then today, your sister is going to teach you a proper lesson!"

The entire household staff was dumbfounded, hardly believing that Ms. Rose would dare strike Rose, the apple of Calvin and Bess’ eye, who had been doted on from birth.

Even Calvin himself tended to indulge her.

But today, Ms. Rose had hit her.

And she hit her hard.

On the floor, the seven or eight bodyguards watched Rose take a beating, too pained to rise, utterly powerless.

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