Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Chapter 521

She didn’t have the energy to argue with Rosemary any longer. The nauseating feeling was rising, and in her frustration, she spun on her heel and stormed off.

At this point, her friends were waiting for her outside the restroom, puzzled. It seemed like Serena knew Rosemary, and they appeared to have some sort of disagreement. Was it due to the backstage incident that occurred earlier in the day?

"No one bothered to tell me I smell so bad!" Serena retorted, pushing past her friends and heading back into the restroom to freshen up.

Her friends covered their noses.

"We didn’t smell anything off. Did Rosemary say you stank? Don’t listen to her nonsense. You don’t smell bad at all. Urgh, not at all."

Despite their reassurances, they kept their distance, merely standing by the entrance of the restroom.

Meanwhile, Rosemary left Summerfield College and hailed a cab, heading directly to the place.

Mya, still in shock, felt like she was being followed. She hurried back to her dorm, recalling the moment when Rosemary hugged her and seemingly wrote something on her back with her fingertips.

She was too scared, too tense. She was dazed and had no idea what Rosemary had written on her back.

She forced herself to calm down, grabbed a pen and paper, and attempted to recall every stroke Rosemary had made. After several tries, she was shocked to realize that the word was "Romeo"!

Was Rosemary trying to send a message to Romeo?

Indeed, Romeo was influential, and there was nothing he couldn’t solve. She had met Romeo in the past, but she didn’t have his contact information.

What was she to do?

Desperate, she searched online for the company’s phone number and dialed it.

Mya listened to the automated message, finally hearing, "For operator assistance, press zero."

She quickly pressed zero, holding her breath in anticipation.

Soon, a sweet voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello, this is the front desk of McMillan Corporation. How may I assist you?"

"Hello, I have a phone appointment with your CEO. My name is Rosemary. Could you please connect me?"

Mya knew that if she gave her real name, the receptionist would not pay her any heed.

Even if the call did reach Romeo, he probably wouldn’t remember who she was.

"I’m sorry, but our company does not currently offer phone appointments. May I ask who you are and when you scheduled a meeting with our CEO?"

"Just put me through to your CEO. It’s an urgent matter. If it’s delayed, you’ll surely be fired! I’m not trying to scare you!"

"Did you say your name is Rosemary?"

"Yes, I did."

"Please hold on. I’ll confirm this for you."

Thankfully, the receptionist didn’t give her a hard time. Mya breathed a sigh of relief and waited anxiously for the call to be connected.

At this moment, Romeo sat at the conference table, listening to the Finance Director report on the financial state of the month.

When Carl received the call from the front desk, he quietly said to Romeo,

"Ms. Rose is trying to reach you through the company’s phone line, claiming she has an appointment with you and it’s an urgent matter."

Some people were hiding in the trees, others behind rocks, and a large group of masked men were lined up in front of her.

They had mobilized a lot of people to capture her.

Rose stood in an open area with no cover, making her an easy target, vulnerable to gunfire.

Despite this, she raised her head and coldly asked,

"Where is my friend?"

"You should worry about yourself."

The masked man leading the group spoke through a voice changer, sounding as cold as ice.

They threw several smoke bombs at her. Rose recognized the purple smoke as poisonous. She covered her nose and mouth and quickly retreated. The bullets fired at her through the smoke missed their target.

When the smoke cleared, Rose was nowhere to be found.

As they searched for her, Rose had already sneaked behind them. She knocked a few out, seized their weapons, and taken one of them hostage.

"Where is my friend?" Rose asked, her eyes cold.

"You do have some skills." The leader laughed heartily and shot the man Rose was holding hostage.

Rose hadn’t expected him to harm his own man.

"Don’t worry, your friend will be waiting for you in hell." The masked man laughed eerily.

"If you’re smart, you’ll come back with us obediently, or else, your friend will die a painful death."