Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

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

inquired.

Brandy, with a nonchalant air, responded, "Well, it's all because someone played their cards right. They knew the girl had a passion for pharmacology, so they shelled out big bucks for the internationally

renowned, top-tier pharmaceutical research instrument, the H30."

You see, there were only two H30 machines in the entire world—one housed in a foreign national research institute, and the other at Beck Barton's academy.

This H30 could catalyze a substantial leap in the quality and a massive increase in the quantity of pharmaceutical research.

The price tag? A cool 500 million—a figure that, when converted for our viewers, would be a whopping 50 million dollars!

"Other than the H30, Mr. Beck also procured the X1, T2p, Y23, and the like, all housed in the research lab for Rose to use at her leisure. Of course, her medical skills were nurtured by him, and she's got a

good heart. To repay his kindness and to join forces in the quest for more beneficial pharmaceuticals, she chose Westerly College.

The crowd was astonished. The valedictorian's choice of Westerly College had a backstory they hadn't anticipated!

They had been shortsighted, thinking the valedictorian was merely interested in medicine.

Little did they know, she was already in a position to collaborate with none other than President Beck of Westerly College.

And then, comments started pouring in on the trending topic online. [I'm Rosemary's university classmate. Though we weren't in the same class, I was there when she led our team in the intercollegiate competition. Someone challenged her, and she stepped up and dissected a cadaver

right before us! Everyone was stunned. She was so calm, so professional, I couldn't help but admire her!]

Another classmate chimed in, [Back then, professors from the Summerfield College Department of Medicine wanted to snatch her up as their student. Members from the Summerfield and Solterra Medical Research Councils all invited her! They said she was a rare medical prodigy.]

Another message read, [Many of us thought she was not only brilliant and beautiful but also down-to- earth and full of character. Students with stubborn colds or fevers would seek her out for acupuncture.

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!"