Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 982

Chapter 982: Chapter 981

Yolanda couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched the live stream. Rosemary was actually a distinguished professor at Summerfield College!

But that wasn’t all. She was also the founder of LY, a renowned calligrapher under the pseudonym EvaRose, and a celebrated painter known as Mirabelle.

How could she be so accomplished?

So young and already laden with such high honors.

Why? Why did that little witch have so many talents, such glory, and the admiration of everyone?

While Yolanda, because of a fire years ago, was picked up and raised by a janitor, mocked and ridiculed all her life!

Just when she had finally returned to her biological parents, barely living the life of privilege as an heiress, Rosemary had to go and provide evidence that led to her parents being jailed, now on death row for the new year!

The memories of her engagement party ruined, her parents arrested, being hounded by maids for back pay, her engagement ring taken away to settle debts, and her earring viciously ripped from her lobe, leaving her bleeding.

If it weren’t for her janitor foster mother taking her back in, she would have been homeless!

Her life was shattered, nearly left with nothing, yet Rosemary. Why did she get to rise on the tears and pain of others?

Why?

Fists clenched, Yolanda’s eyes shimmered with a mix of hatred and tears.

Then, a gentle knock came at her door, "Yoli, dinner’s ready."

Seeing no response from Yolanda, her foster mother Yvonne entered with a plate in hand.

"I know you got used to the delicacies at the Harris’s. This beef, I got up early and went to the market just for you. Please, eat it all."

Usually, she wouldn’t dream of indulging in beef, pork was a stretch.

But for her once cherished daughter, Yvonne was generous.

"Eat it while it’s hot; it’s not as good when it cools," Yvonne said, laying the meal on the desk without a hint of reproach, then softly closed the door behind her.

Glancing at the meal on the table, Yolanda only saw a small plate of beef stir-fried with daikon, and a bowl of greens and beef ball soup.

If not for Rosemary, how did she ever fall to this lowly state?

Some netizens had counted, each table served twenty dishes!

Compared to the beef stir-fry in front of her, it was worlds apart in luxury.

Damn it all!

If not for Rosemary, she would still be the heiress of the Harris family!

The hatred in her eyes deepened, a sinister intent beginning to form.

On the other side of the campus, a reporter was interviewing Brandy, the esteemed president of Summerfield College.

"Mr. Brandy Charles, could you enlighten our viewers as to why Rosemary, after being appointed as a professor at Summerfield College, still chose to pursue studies at Westerly College?" the reporter

She was like a young miracle worker!]

At the banquet hall.

The reporter then approached President Beck of Westerly College. "Earlier, Phillip claimed that his and his wife’s ailments were cured by Rosemary. What are your thoughts on that?"

Beck Barton was less than pleased. What was there to think?

"What, those minor aches and pains? As if they could trouble my star student, Dr. Bell?"

The reporter was taken aback. "You mean, Rosemary is the legendary Dr. Bell who’s rumored to revive the dead? But isn’t Dr. Bell supposed to be a man?"

Brandy chuckled, "That secret is out. Just look around—how many here owe their health to Rose’s healing hands?"

Barton glanced around, acknowledging the truth. Many of the guests present owed their well-being to Rosemary’s remarkable skills.

Everyone in the room was so stunned they could hardly speak.

Rosemary was both Queena and the violin virtuoso Jamie Noelle?

Who on earth was this celestial being?

"Today’s Rose’s homecoming feast, and you old coots just have to vie for her attention, huh? She’s better off with me. My cooking skills—if I pass them on to her, she could whip up delicious meals for

herself every day! Now that’s what I call a serious lifestyle upgrade!"