Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

Rosemary's heart ached as she watched the grieving families, their tears flowing freely. She made a solemn vow, "We will get to the bottom of this. Rest assured, if there's any responsibility on our part, we

won't shy away from it. But mark my words, this smacks of a smear campaign against the Collins family. Whoever is behind this, we'll hunt them down and bring them to justice."

Just then, a familiar doctor rushed over, urgency in his voice, "Ms. Rose, you've arrived just in time. One of the car accident victims is in critical condition, hanging by a thread. Could you take a look?"

The families clamored with concern, "Is it my daughter?"

"Dr. Benedict, please tell me, is it my son? I'm the father of the patient in bed 18."

"My husband was brought in for emergency surgery this morning. Is it him you're talking about?"

"It's the patient in bed 19. Please, everyone, keep calm," Dr. Benedict explained, then turned to Rosemary, "Ms. Rose, can you help?"

Rosemary nodded and followed him away.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of McMllian Corporation, a car worth a small fortune pulled up. A driver opened the door for Harriet, handing her a lunchbox with the utmost respect.

Clutching the lunchbox, Harriet looked up at the towering skyscraper – it had been a while since her last visit.

As she entered, the receptionists rose to greet her with reverence.

"Ms. Monroe, we haven't seen you in some time."

"I'm here to surprise Romeo. No need to alert him," she said, heading forward with lunchbox in hand, as if she were already the lady of the manor.

"Ms. Monroe." Alice, one of the receptionists, stepped forward apologetically, "I'm sorry, but could you

please wait here for a moment? Mr. Romeo is in a meeting and has a VIP client next. May I call Carl to..."

"Are you suggesting I'm not as important as some client?"

"Of course not!" the receptionist hurriedly responded, "It's just that, recently, a client barged upstairs unannounced, and it put the boss in a foul mood. We all got an earful."

Harriet smirked coldly, "And what's that got to do with me? Do you think Romeo would be upset to see me? Don't you know how I stand in his heart?"

"Absolutely, in Mr. Romeo's eyes, you are like his sister."

At the word "sister," Harriet peered over her sunglasses, her displeasure evident as she scrutinized the receptionist.

"Alice, I find you increasingly irritating. What if I decide to go up today, right now?"

With a push, Harriet sent her sprawling, stepping into the elevator and slamming the door-close button.

Alice crashed to the ground, her back hitting a trash can, pain shooting through her spine.

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"Ms. Luna, you're here?" said Alice, concern in her voice.

"Ms. Monroe's back in town," the assistant whispered with a note of urgency, "and she's brought a surprise for Mr. Romeo—came in carrying a lunchbox and no one could stop her."

"What's she doing here?" Luna frowned, her tone souring by the second.

Then she reassured Alice, "If you are hurt, take care of it. You don't have to worry about your shift today; I'll let my brother know."

"Thanks a bunch, Ms. Luna!" Alice gushed, relief washing over her.

Upstairs, Harriet strode in, lunchbox in hand, when Carl spotted her. "Ms. Monroe, you're back? What brings you here?"

"Where's Romeo?"

"The boss is tied up in a meeting. Not on this floor."

"I'll wait in his office, then."

But as she made for Romeo's door, Carl stepped in front, "I'm real sorry, but could you hang tight for just a moment?"

Harriet barely moved to sidestep him when she was halted by a familiar voice.

"Surely you're not about to bowl over Carl, too?" Luna emerged from the elevator, every inch the heiress, oozing with poise and grace.

"Ms. Luna!" Carl almost sighed in relief.

"Luna? What are you doing here?" Harriet bristled at the sight of her.

"Why can't I be here? I'm Romeo's cousin, for crying out loud. And who exactly do you think you are?"

Luna sauntered over, eyeing the lunchbox with disdain. "What's this? Playing caterer for my brother?

Trying to steal my sister-in-law's thunder?"

"What if I am?"

Without warning, Luna knocked the lunchbox from Harriet's grip, sending it clattering to the floor.

Harriet's cheeks flushed with anger as her carefully prepared meal met the floor.

"In my book, any dame who's got eyes for my brother and isn't Rosemary is nothing but a sly fox, up to no good. I suggest you hit the road, or you'll have me to deal with."

"And what's it to you who your brother dates?" Harriet snapped.

"It's everything to me. He's my brother, and I'd have to call anyone he chooses 'sister-in-law.' But you? That's a title I can't even fathom uttering for you."

Harriet was livid, "Just you wait until Romeo shows up. He'll put you in your place."

"Carl, do me a favor and double-check my brother's schedule for today. Don't miss a beat."

"Luna, what exactly has Rosemary done for you that you're going to bat for her like this?"

"She's easy on the eyes, I like doing favors for pretty girls. Can't help it if you're not on the same level."

"You—you're attacking me personally now."

"And what if I am?" Luna shoved her towards the elevator doors.

Just then, with a ding, the elevator opened and Romeo, fresh from a meeting, stepped out.

"Romeo, she's been bullying me." Luna dashed over and clung to Romeo's arm, tears streaming down her face, putting on the most pitiful act. "She says she wants to be your lady, and I said no. Then she got all pushy, tried to throw me out, claiming that she'll be the one calling the shots around here soon."

"Carl, she just pushed me. Did you see it?"

"Sorry, Ms. Monroe, I must've missed it. Turned away for a second and all."

Harriet realized she was outnumbered and her blood boiled even hotter.