Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 557

Both sets of parents were fuming mad.

Sampson claimed that Rosemary was his niece, while Kenneth and Louisa sat there as if waiting for an explanation.

What did this mean?

It meant that Rosemary was their child!

Not just in Solterra, but also overseas, some tycoons only announce one child to the public, while the others grow up under their wings, unbeknownst to the media. Rosemary could have been one of these children—protected since she was little—which was why not many people knew she was the daughter of Solterra’s wealthiest couple.

Why did Angela and Darlene have to provoke her?

They provoked and even started spouting nonsense, saying how Sampson was a playboy and Rosemary was a slut. Could they just say such things out of the blue?

They were too reckless.

At this point, a staff member remembered something and quickly took out his cell phone.

"Mr. Sampson, when we saw Ms. Angela and Miss Darlene attacking Ms. Rose, we also blew a whistle to stop them, and I even filmed it while running."

He opened the video. The camera was shaking badly, but he could hear his panting and scolding of Darlene and Angela.

In the footage, it was indeed Angela and Darlene who were attacking.

Rosemary was dodging them, finally picking up her ski poles and sliding away, but Angela and Darlene were still relentless. They even chased after her.

With this conclusive evidence, Darlene’s mother fainted on the spot.

Her husband quickly supported her.

"Mom, Mom."

Darlene wanted to rush forward but was slapped twice by her father.

"Look at what you’ve done!"

Angela’s parents were also furious, scolding her non-stop.

"You just said in front of Mr. Sampson and his family that it was their niece who started it. You apologize now—apologize immediately!"

"Dad, Mom, stop hitting! I apologize—I’m apologizing right now." Angela, seeing the evidence was clear, didn’t dare to argue and came to Sampson, crying, "I’m sorry, Mr. Sampson."

"Kneel down!" Angela’s mother smacked her back fiercely.

Angela’s legs gave out from fear, and she knelt in front of Sampson. "I’m sorry—really sorry."

Her parents also bowed deeply, constantly apologizing.

"We’re really sorry. We failed in teaching our daughter.

Mr. Sampson, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, Ms. Rose—we’re truly sorry! We’ll make sure to discipline her at home, and this won’t happen again.

Also, our corporation recently opened a new villa district. We’re willing to give the three best villas to Serena as an apology."

"I know Serena won’t fancy ordinary cars. Today is Christmas Eve. I ordered a Rolls-Royce for my wife—it’s a new custom model. I’m willing to give it to Ms. Rose. Please forgive my daughter," Darlene’s father hurriedly tried to appease.

Sampson remained silent.

Darlene’s father added, "If Ms. Rose doesn’t mind, I’m willing to cash out 10% of the corporation’s shares and give it to her—just as long as Rosemary can forget today’s unpleasantness."

"I’m also willing to cash out 10% of the corporation’s shares for Ms. Rose, requesting her forgiveness," Angela’s father quickly followed suit.

Sampson’s expression remained inscrutable.

Angela’s parents and Darlene’s father were a bundle of nerves as they berated their own daughters, instructing them to apologize to Rosemary.

"I’m sorry, Rosemary."

Angela’s words were cut short by a sharp slap on her shoulder from her mother.

"You’re not worthy to utter her name!"

"I’m sorry, Ms. Rose." Angela was in tears. "I promise I won’t bother you again. If I ever cross paths with you, I will keep my head down. Please, show us mercy and forgive us."

At a forceful nudge from her father, Darlene also knelt down in front of Rosemary, offering a string of apologies.

"How much stake did you just mention?" Rosemary asked suddenly.

Caught off guard, the fathers of both girls hurriedly repeated their offers.

"15% of the company, plus a Rolls-Royce." As he spoke, Darlene’s father observed Rosemary’s reactions, sweetening the pot as he went. "And another car—a custom-made Koenigsegg—plus ten stores downtown."

"I, too, offered 15% of the company and three luxury villas." Angela’s father, also closely watching Rosemary’s reactions, added, "And a Pagani, and a Bugatti."

"That’s quite generous."

"Oh no, as long as you are willing to give them another chance, it’s us who are gaining!" Both sets of parents kept heaping praises.

"If you gentlemen are sincere, then let’s leave it at that."

Hearing Rosemary’s words, the parents erupted with joy, expressing their gratitude.

"We will have everything delivered to Mr. Sampson’s corporation today. Please, Ms. Rose, accept our apologies and thank you for your generosity. We’ll take these miscreant girls home and deal with them."

They dragged their daughters by their ears and left.

Before they left, they apologized once again to everyone present.

Louisa looked at her daughter with confusion. "Rose, have you been short on money lately?"

"Damn it, I haven’t given you any pocket money for the past two weeks!" Kenneth suddenly realized his negligence, blaming himself. "Is there something you wanted to buy? I’ll buy it for you! I’ll transfer your pocket money right away."

"Mom, Dad, they started it, but they didn’t lay a finger on me. I was the one who beat them. Now their parents have compensated us around 50 to 60 million dollars. I’d say we made a profit."

She had asked around and found out that if these two families went bankrupt directly, not only would she gain nothing, but other families in Lidaria would rise up—which would be disadvantageous to her uncle.

Now, with these two families keeping the others in check, her uncle didn’t have to deal with this mess himself, and they’ve even gained several million dollars. Who wouldn’t find this appealing?

Sampson seemed to understand his niece’s thoughts, looking at her with a softer gaze.

Having experienced such an event, Louisa lost her mood for leisure. The group quickly returned to the Sampson residence.

Even the windows and stair railings were not spared—covered in beautiful blossoms.

Seeing Kenneth and Louisa walking in front, Sampson chuckled. "I was a bit surprised when Dr. Alan said there were no bruises on them, but then I remembered you are Dr. Bell, and it all made sense."