Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Chapter 228

The salespeople nearby were sneaking glances at her every now and then. She looked so young and beautiful. Hard to believe their boss was such a looker, and so talented to boot. Her charm was just a

sight for sore eyes.

They were really lucky today to catch a glimpse of the boss.

The customers around were buzzing.

"Can’t believe that’s Queen Abby, she’s so damn pretty and unique. No wonder she can design such beautiful clothes."

"I really wanna ask her for a photo, but I don’t wanna bother her."

"She looks kinda aloof, but she’s polite when she talks to the manager. Now, that’s a dream boss. No hint of arrogance at all."

"I’ve heard LY treats its employees well. After I graduate, I wanna work there too,"

"I heard that LY has a high entry threshold, even ordinary graduates find it difficult to get in. The previous designer, Molly, who won the first prize, graduated from a prestigious university."

Rosemary noticed a persistent gaze from the corner of her eye. She looked up to see a short–haired girl staring at her.

The short–haired girl wanted to say something but hesitated, her face turning red.

"What’s up?" Rosemary asked gently.

The girl blushed even more, hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to walk over. "Hi, Queen Abby, I really love designing. I’m a huge fan of yours. I, I didn’t come to ask for an autograph or

a photo. Don’t worry."

Rosemary’s gaze softened, "Go on."

"Just now, Ms. Harris said you," The girl hesitated again, then whispered, "She said you have a sugar daddy? You’re the founder of LY such a big brand, you don’t need men to support you. If you need a

witness, I saw her defaming you in front of everyone."

The girl hastily pulled out a receipt from her bag, the one from her shopping at LY just now. She wrote her number on it and handed it over.

"This is my contact. I’m ready to testify anytime."

"Thank you." Rosemary smiled faintly, touched by her kindness, and took the paper.

"Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go." The girl really wanted an autograph or a photo but worried about disturbing her, so she had to leave regretfully.

"No photo?" Rosemary asked suddenly.

The girl was taken aback, realizing Rosemary was talking to her. She was so excited she almost jumped up, but quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to draw attention, and nodded enthusiastically.

Her idol had just offered to take a photo with her?

Holy cow!

She was over the moon, it felt so surreal!

Rosemary smiled at the camera, looking both cool and gorgeous.

The girl was grinning ear to ear. After the shot, she quickly said, "Thank you, thank you. Don’t worry, I won’t leak this photo."

Rosemary took a piece of paper from the desk, tore off a piece, and signed it, Queen Abby.

"This is for you."

The girl who stepped on her and bumped into her had a cold expression and was dressed lavishly. Not only did she not apologize, but she also looked at the shoes and clothes that Rosemary was wearing.

Seeing no brand logo, she immediately showed a look of disdain.

She said to the long–haired girl next to her, "The clothes at LY don’t look that great. I’ve looked around and there’s not a single piece I think is worth buying." "Every style here is personally designed by the

founder Rosemary. I think they’re beautiful, like this one, take a look." The long–haired girl picked up a V–neck dress that looked like a little black swan, surely very charming when worn. Average, I guess." The rich girl said indifferently.

"Aren’t you going to apologize for stepping on someone?" Rosemary’s voice sounded.

The long–haired girl turned around and saw Rosemary. She thought she had accidentally stepped on her and hurriedly said, "I’m sorry, are you talking to me? There were too many people, I didn’t notice, I’m sorry."

Rosemary looked at the woman dressed in riches. She was wearing a dark blue sequin tube dress, a light blue blazer on the outside, a peculiarly shaped sapphire necklace, and her brown curls looked

elegant and had a strong aura. She looked like a rich heiress, but her manners were so poor.

"Can’t you speak? Do you need your friend to apologize for you?"

Hearing Rosemary’s words, she smiled and politely asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"Of course." Rosemary smiled faintly, "Someone who steps on others and doesn’t plan to apologize."

Rosemary’s aura was strong. Even without any brand logo on her, her overall momentum and appearance undoubtedly made her stand out in the crowd.

The woman didn’t want to waste time and smiled arrogantly, "I’m sorry. Is that okay?"

"Hasn’t anyone taught you how to apologize sincerely since you were a kid?"

The woman didn’t expect this girl to be so difficult, she smiled and asked, "Do you know what clothes I’m wearing?"