Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Chapter 671

"Well, it’s not Bess’ fault. Eunice has always been disrespectful, never put anyone in her sight," Teresa didn’t have much love for that wild child either. Watching her graceful figure walk away, a flicker of disgust passed through her eyes.

"Looks like the relatives here are not the easy-going type," Rosemary said, following Eunice to the long dinner table.

Eunice handed her a cupcake. "Eat something first."

Rosemary knew that her aunt was baiting the mole in their midst, certainly planning something to provoke the traitor into a rage—losing their cool enough to attempt murder.

"We’ll split up and search in a bit," Eunice said, lifting her beautiful smile as if she were discussing the latest season’s fashion trends, not plotting a sting operation.

"Okay," Rosemary responded, lifting a gentle smile of her own.

At that moment, a flustered socialite rushed forward, grasping Eunice’s hand. "Isn’t this Eunice? You’re still alive?"

Eunice recognized the voice and knew the woman was someone who feigned closeness in public but often badmouthed her behind her back.

Smiling, she looked at the woman. "At my young age, how could it be my turn to die? Tiffany, how’ve you been lately? Blood pressure still sky-high? Is it because Dave’s been out chasing skirts again?"

Mrs. Laurier couldn’t help but interject, "What kind of talk is that? Tiffany was genuinely concerned about you, and you respond by taking jabs at her. Men go out and fool around because there are too many loose women like you out there!"

"Enough, Mrs. Laurier. Eunice meant no harm," Tiffany said, her complexion souring.

"Which eye of Mrs. Laurier saw me being loose? Was it when I was being ’loose’ that you happened to witness with your very own eyes?"

Mrs. Laurier was taken aback by her brazenness. "Everyone knows you’ve been delivered to the owner of Mafia Rock, and here you are, still pretending in front of us. Only a fool like Bard would fall for your tricks!"

"Whether Bard was fooled by me is none of Mrs. Laurier’s business. You seem to have a lot to say, Mrs. Laurier.

"But wasn’t it when you were being ’not so chaste’ that my people caught you red-handed? I wonder what Mr. Laurier would think if he saw some of the videos I have—"

"You’re spouting nonsense!" Mrs. Laurier’s face changed colors as if she had been stepped on. "Don’t talk rubbish without evidence!"

That’s when Rosemary accidentally spilled her orange juice all over Mrs. Laurier’s trailing gown.

"I’m so sorry. I was just so engrossed in the conversation, I wasn’t paying attention."

Mrs. Laurier hadn’t expected the young girl next to Eunice to dare douse her with orange juice. "Who are you?"

"She’s Kenneth and Louisa’s daughter. Why, you want to take it up with them? You probably don’t have their contact, but maybe I should send them a quick video," Eunice said with a smile.

Kenneth and Louisa’s daughter?

Mrs. Laurier’s expression shifted. Had that girl grown up so much?

Although she looked somewhat unfamiliar, the facial features indeed bore a resemblance to Louisa.

And who didn’t know that Kenneth and Louisa were famously doting parents?

"Are you brain-damaged?" Rosemary was too tired to argue. "Look up. What do you see in the corner?"

At events like this, there were always cameras.

Rose had anticipated the surveillance argument. "Fine, since you won’t admit it, let’s check the tapes. If it turns out you bumped into me first, I expect an apology in front of everyone here!"

Rosemary saw Rose’s confidence and smiled faintly. "Seems you’ve erased the footage."

Rose was caught off guard by her quick assumption, a flicker of guilt crossing her face before she composed herself and retorted, "I’m right in front of you. How could I erase it?"

At that moment, Bess walked over on cue. "Rose, what’s all this about?"

"Grandma, don’t worry about it. This is a personal matter between us. Since she won’t respect Arlen or any of the elders here, I have to stand up for myself. Someone, check the surveillance footage!"

The crowd of onlookers grew, and Rosemary watched Rose’s charade with a bored expression. True to form, a servant pretended to panic.

"Rose, the footage from 11 minutes ago has mysteriously disappeared."

"How could it be missing?" Rose turned to Rosemary, accusingly saying, "Did you bump into me and, out of fear of being exposed, have someone delete it? Oh, I remember now—you came with your aunt today. Did you ask her to delete it?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Rosemary looked on, almost nostalgic for the days of Yolanda, who, at the very least, slandered with a bit more skill than Rose’s lackluster performance.

Before the crowd could react, Rosemary lazily restored the surveillance footage and projected it onto the large screen for all to see.