The restaurant was warm and cozy, with servers offering coffee and various pastries. They had been resting when Sampson walked in through the door.
"Where’s Rose?" Sampson asked, not seeing his niece in sight.
"She’s probably still playing outside."
The snow outside was beautiful, and Rose, being a young girl, still had energy to burn.
Sampson sent a message to the staff.
The staff replied quickly:
[Ms. Rose said she wanted to play by herself for a while, so we didn’t follow her.]
Perhaps fearing Sampson’s potential blame, the staff added:
[Ms. Rose said she would call us if anything came up, and we reminded her she has a whistle in her pocket.]
[Go find her, have her take a break and eat something to replenish her energy,]
[Understood.]
The staff immediately checked the surveillance cameras and found that Rosemary had gone down the farthest ski slope and hadn’t returned.
They immediately assembled a search party and, to their surprise, saw three people brawling in the distance.
No—more precisely, two figures were attacking Rosemary with their ski gear.
Rose was trying to dodge them, but they were relentlessly pressing.
"Stop!" A chorus of whistles rang out from the staff as they ran toward the scene, trying to stop the assault.
But they were too far away, and the sound of the wind and snow drowned their voices.
They were still quite a distance away, running as fast as they could.
One of the team leaders called Sampson, "There are two suspicious people attacking Ms. Rose!"
"What did you say?" Sampson stood up immediately, his face turning cold.
Rosemary had already noticed the staff coming from afar. She dodged Angela and Darlene’s attacks leisurely, as if she were watching a circus act.
She looked completely relaxed—
As if they were too weak for her to even bother dealing with.
Angela and Darlene were furious. They hadn’t expected that they would be panting from exhaustion while Rosemary had yet to be touched!
Seeing their exhausted and frustrated faces, Rosemary finally picked up her ski pole, gave them a disdainful smile, and skied further down the slope.
Angela and Darlene, unwilling to let her go, gave chase.
Their figures once again disappeared from the staff’s sight.
Rosemary finally stopped once she had shaken off the staff. With no surveillance cameras or other people around, she gave them a good beating.
She specifically targeted areas covered by their clothes.
Before long, Angela and Darlene were curled up on the ground, begging for mercy.
When the staff arrived with Sampson in a snowmobile, Sampson was relieved to see his beloved niece standing unharmed—
While the two troublemakers were lying at her feet, seemingly badly injured.
He immediately got off the snowmobile and quickly walked over to Rosemary, asking softly, "Are you okay? Were you hurt?"
Rosemary shook her head and obediently replied, "No."
Having witnessed Rosemary’s skills on the cruise ship, Sampson knew that ordinary people were no match for her. He was immediately put at ease.
"You have the audacity to lay hands on Mr. Sampson’s girl!" Sampson’s security team arrived and immediately grabbed their arms.
"Ah! It hurts, Mr. Sampson, it’s me, Angela!"
"Tell your people to let go, I’m Darlene!"

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