Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 595

Rosemary had been waiting for a while in Romeo’s office when her cell phone began buzzing.

It was Dean, reporting on the latest progress of their fashion company. He finished his report with a light-hearted question:

"Ms. Rose, when is your winter break? There’s a bunch of people at the office asking about you. They miss you, you know, and they’re looking forward to your return."

Rosemary had previously weeded out all the "bad apples" in the company and led it to new heights, earning the affection of many employees. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

After starting college, she delegated minor issues to Dean. For major matters, she would video conference with him and give him directives.

Four months had passed in a blink. She was so busy she didn’t have time to drop by the office. Many staff members missed her and constantly asked Dean about her whereabouts.

"I’ll find time to return," replied Rosemary.

"That’s great. They’ll be thrilled to hear that." Dean sent two more voice messages. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Collins had a design team remodel your office while you were away last semester. It’s all done now, and I’ve sent you some photos. It looks fantastic."

Rosemary received a dozen photos, all designed according to her preferences. The entire floor was open-concept—spacious and bright.

"The best remodeling company did it. It took four months. The best materials were used—zero formaldehyde, pollution-free."

"Also, this bedroom was specifically requested by Mr. Collins. It’s right next to your office, so you can rest when you’re tired from work. The bed, the mattress—all top-notch. And your walk-in closet is done too."

"Here is the living room Mr. Collins prepared for you. The sofa and everything were custom-made. The projector is over there, so you can watch movies when you’re free. Mr. Collins had Julian replace all your coffee with the S series. For tea, he got you the best ones. He also got a snack cabinet and organized a bunch of snacks.

There’s nuts, cookies, candy, and chips. They’ve been here for half a year. When are you coming back to eat them? I wouldn’t mind helping out."

Dean said this with genuine envy. Ms. Rose was lucky to have a brother who was both dominant and gentle.

"I’ll let you know when I finalize my schedule."

"Okay!" Dean was delighted. "Oh, and Rose Fashion’s contract with us is almost up. They proposed a five-year renewal and they need you to sign it in person."

After all, he couldn’t do it for her. Only Rosemary’s signature and company seal would make it official.

Rose Fashion was formerly VO Fashion, a first-line international brand. It was later acquired by Romeo due to financial problems and internal conflicts.

In order to have more dealings with Rosemary, Romeo did not merge VO Fashion into McMillian Corporation but let it stand alone under a new name—Rose Fashion.

He handed all production orders from Rose Fashion to LY for processing and quality inspection. Once completed, they were returned to Rose Fashion’s warehouse.

In other words, he was helping LY earn a little more money in a different way.

Rosemary replied with a simple "Okay" and tidied up the unopened drinks and snacks on the coffee table, putting them neatly in the snack cabinet. She didn’t want the table to appear messy.

Suddenly, she heard the office door being pushed open, and a woman’s aggressive voice rang out.

"Who are you? Why are you in Mr. McMillian’s office?"

Rosemary looked in the direction of the voice. It was a young woman, no more than twenty, wearing a pair of Dior high heels and a high ponytail that matched her proud and domineering personality.

She was young and beautiful, with a hint of aggression in her beauty.

"Who gave you the audacity to pry open Mr. McMillian’s cabinet?" the girl exclaimed, disbelief etched on her face.

That cabinet had arrived a few months ago, sparking a flurry of speculation amongst the girls. They guessed it contained some crucial secrets of Mr. McMillian’s.

Now, Rosemary stood before the cabinet, its door swung open. While one couldn’t see what was inside from this angle, Rosemary’s action inevitably triggered imaginations.

"What did you steal from Mr. McMillian’s cabinet, you little thief?"

"Calm down. I was just putting something inside," Rosemary replied nonchalantly, closing the cabinet door. "Are you looking for Romeo?"

"You dare to call Mr. McMillian by his first name? You have some nerve!" The girl immediately took out her phone and shot a WhatsApp message to the head of security. "What did you put in there? Trying to frame someone? You’re in big trouble, causing a ruckus on McMillian Corporation grounds."

"Just some snacks," Rosemary responded, her expression unchanging.

Hearing this, the girl burst into laughter.

"You’re giving snacks to Mr. McMillian? Can’t you just leave them on his desk? And by the way, who are you?"

Before Rosemary could respond, the girl accused her again.

"Are you a spy sent by another corporation, trying to steal McMillian Corporation’s secrets or frame someone? I’ve seen your kind before!"

The head of security, alerted by the girl’s WhatsApp message, arrived promptly with his team.

"Ms. Maria, what’s the matter?" he asked.

"This woman sneaked into Mr. McMillian’s office, even dared to open his cabinet. She’s either a thief or a spy sent by some other corporation. Arrest her now, and we’ll interrogate her once Mr. McMillian is free."

"Understood, Ms. Maria," the security head immediately ordered his men into action.

"You have misunderstood," Rosemary, unfazed, calmly explained. "I’m Romeo’s fiancée. I was simply tidying up the snacks on his desk."

"You? Mr. McMillian’s fiancée?" Maria Paisley scoffed. "Why not take a look at yourself in the mirror? What makes you think you are Mr. McMillian’s type?"

The audacity of this girl—claiming to be Mr. McMillian’s fiancée right off the bat.

The security chief and his men also clearly didn’t believe her. Everyone knew that Mr. McMillian was engaged to Serena Collins, the heiress of the Collins family.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated a few times. Rosemary picked it up to see a message from the McMillian Corporation executive group. This was Romeo’s phone. She didn’t read the message; instead, she put the phone away, planning to have a proper conversation with them later.

"You stole Mr. McMillian’s phone as well? You have some nerve!" Maria commanded. "Arrest her!"

A few security guards lunged at Rosemary, but she easily sidestepped them.

"You might want to ask Romeo or Carl first whether you can arrest someone from his office."

"Who are you trying to scare? A petty thief acting all high and mighty! We’re not letting you go today. We’ll not only arrest you but also call the police to take you in!"