"Seems like you didn’t quite catch what my fiancée said," Romeo said icily to the crowd behind him.
"Go assist your young mistress."
He owned this hotel, and upon hearing his words, all the staff moved immediately.
Rosemary said coolly, "Make them kneel down and apologize properly."
Two staff grabbed Attlee, two seized Yolanda, and two more restrained Olga, forcing them to kneel and kowtow to the portrait of the deceased.
"Let me go, let me out!" Olga struggled, only to be pushed down again.
She had already hurt her forehead. And they still wanted her to kowtow?
"Rosemary, I only found out about this after watching the video," Attlee was being forced to kowtow non-stop. He stuttered out an explanation, "It was Olga who was in the wrong, but right now, we should focus on letting your grandmother rest in peace. We can talk about the rest later, okay?"
Rosemary remained silent, and the staff didn’t dare to stop. They kept forcing them to kowtow.
The screen’s light shone on Rosemary, making her look incredibly cold, like a queen high above everyone else.
Everyone knew not to mess with this girl since she was the one Romeo had personally acknowledged as his fiancée.
"Rosemary, did you hear what I said?"
Before Attlee could finish, Rosemary signaled a nearby staff, "Shut him up."
"Yes!"
The staff shoved a handkerchief from Attlee’s breast pocket into his mouth, finally silencing him.
"Make them kowtow until they apologize."
Another staff brought a chair over. Rosemary sat down leisurely, crossing her legs.
Powerful. Her aura was too powerful.
Yolanda’s forehead was bloody. She felt dizzy and could only say, "I admit my mistake. I shouldn’t have disturbed grandma’s rest last night, but her death—we didn’t see it coming."
She indeed wished the old lady would kick the bucket sooner, but at least after the inheritance was handed over to her!
Olga couldn’t hold on any longer. She felt her head was about to explode from all the kowtowing.
"Rosemary, please make them stop."
She could endure, but not Yoli. Yoli had just been injured.
A staff brought a cup of milk and handed it over to Rosemary. She took a sip and then splashed it at them, "Too hot."
"You!" Olga didn’t expect this girl to dare splash them.
"Cook another bucket."
The staff understood what she meant when they heard this, and their gaze fell on the three people on the ground.
"Rosemary, you wouldn’t dare!" Olga didn’t expect this girl to become more and more audacious ever since she got together with Romeo! She never expected that there wasn’t a single person who would stand up for them, not even one!
This was too much!
"If boiling milk is too troublesome, then prepare some sulfuric acid."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife