Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940: Chapter 939

"Alright, everyone, cut it out," Rosemary said with a tone that was half amusement and half exasperation,her gaze sweeping over her brothers before settling on Sean. "We can’t leave just yet. The Velvet Royale hasn’t been sorted, and we’re still one outfit short from completion."

It dawned on Sean then: How could he have forgotten about the Velvet Royale! He wondered if the staff downstairs had found it.

"What’s this Velvet Royale ?" Hans and Chasel asked in unison.

Was their little sister in trouble?

Why hadn’t she told them?

Just then, Sean’s phone rang, and his voice brightened with a hint of joy, "Found it? Has it been delivered to LY? Good, well done."

After hanging up, he turned to Rosemary and said, "The Velvet Royale’s been located, I’ve had it sent to LY already."

"Thanks, Sean," Rosemary replied promptly, "I’m going to check on it."

"I’ll come with you!"

As Sean dutifully followed Rosemary, Hans, Chasel, and Clark exchanged puzzled looks. There seemed to be something going on between those two that the rest of them weren’t privy to.

When did Sean and Rosemary get so close, sharing secrets that even they, her older brothers, didn’t know about?

Sean accompanied Rosemary to LY, and that’s when he really understood the magnitude of the empire his sister had built. More importantly, she was incredibly well-liked; wherever she went, respect and

affection were readily offered.

This kind of respect and affection wasn’t the fearful and timid kind from subordinates to a boss, it felt more like the warmth between friends.

"President Rosemary, long time no see!"

"President Rosemary, so glad you could make it! You’ve gotten even more beautiful!"

"Hello, President Rosemary, and who is this gentleman?"

Rosemary introduced Sean with ease, and when they reached the production floor, Jaime, upon seeing Rosemary overseeing the operations, quickly approached, "President Rosemary."

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Mr. Sean trailing behind her.

The legendary tough Mr. Sean seemed so well-behaved behind his sister.

It was as if he had become another person.

"Hello, Mr. Sean?" Jaime greeted him with a smile.

"Don’t mind me, carry on with your work," Sean said, taking a tour around LY. The place was massive, spanning ten floors, each specializing in different products. For instance, one floor was dedicated to hat-making, another to shoes.

The floor where Rosemary stood was reserved for top-tier VIPs only, and the awaited Velvet Royale had just arrived.

Watching Rosemary attend to every detail with such dedication, Sean swore not for the first time to himself that he would make sure his sister suffered less, worked less hard in the future.

"Mr. Sean, your coffee has gone cold, allow me to get you a fresh cup," Jaime offered, bringing him a new tea and some snacks.

"Help my sister instead, I’m fine here, no need to fuss over me," Sean said, handing the tea Jaime brought for him to Rosemary, "Rose, have a drink, you’ve been at it for so long without a break."

After sipping the tea, Rosemary said, "I’ll go check the finished garments in the inspection room for any issues. Wait here for me."

Even after three quality checks, since these were garments for a princess, Rosemary wanted to personally ensure everything was perfect.

While waiting, Sean took out his phone and texted Ophelia.

[When Rose’s busy like this, how can I help her?]

Soon after, Ophelia replied, [Don’t disturb her. That’s the best help you can give.]

[Oh.] Sean texted back, a little deflated, before adding, [Did you get home alright?]

[I’ve made it to the headquarters, didn’t head back home.]

[You and Rose are such career-oriented women, so young and already working yourselves to the

bone,] Sean’s text carried a hint of concern.

Ophelia replied with a light-hearted touch, [Work keeps us fulfilled, LOL.]

Seeing her in good spirits, Sean wrote, [You should rest if you’re tired, especially after last night’s

scare, and diving back into work this morning. You still have that bruise on your forehead. The holidays

are coming up, and a client sent me two crates of lychees and mangoes. I don’t have time to eat them

all, I’ll have someone drop them off for you.]

Ophelia was about to type a refusal.

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