Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 983

Chapter 983: Chapter 982

Uriah’s declaration earned an eye roll from Regan. "The stuff Rose makes is leagues tastier than your grub. Besides, you think Romeo would let her step into the kitchen? The girl’s got top-notch chefs at her beck and call."

"Think a bunch of chefs can hold a candle to me?" Uriah huffed, his pride bruised. After all, he was a maestro in the kitchen!

If Rosemary were to inherit his culinary mantle, both her cooking prowess and her agility would skyrocket her standard of living!

"Enough, enough, no more squabbling. Rose’s the rightful heir to my legacy," Thomas interjected to mediate.

"And what? Spend her days tinkering with your gadgets and racing cars? Or turn into a hacker?"

Regan’s comment ruffled Thomas’s feathers. "Racing cars is a stress-buster! It’s super cool for a girl to drive a race car. Just ask the live stream viewers. And what’s wrong with hacking? Fancy hacking any computer on a whim."

"Zip it, will you? Some viewers are still kids, don’t lead them astray! And cool? How is it cool to put a girl in danger by racing cars? Ask the viewers if they’d want such a sweet, smart, and sensible young

lady risking her neck."

"Alright, alright, I can’t win with you guys. Rose—" Thomas called Rosemary over, playing the victim,

"They’re picking on me!"

"Oh come on, you old fox, playing the sympathy card in front of Rose?"

"Rose, did you hear that? He insulted me. Ever since you returned to the Collins family, they’ve been bullying me in your absence!"

Rosemary watched them nearly ready to flip the table and bicker, a playful smirk on her lips. "Are we still eating, then?"

All the old men promptly responded, "Yes."

"This is your homecoming party, after all. We should at least have one peaceful meal."

"Exactly, we’ll finish every dish!"

"Oh, spare me. Who was it just now clamoring for Rose to inherit his legacy? You’re passing the buck so fast."

"Enough, all of you."

"Come on, eat your food properly, or I won’t be inviting you all next time."

With just one sentence from Rosemary, seven grumpy old men instantly picked up their cutlery and started eating like well-behaved children.

"That’s more like it. Isn’t it nicer when everyone gets along?"

Another quip from Rosemary, and the old guys began passing dishes to each other with exaggerated politeness and fake smiles.

The reporter on the sidelines couldn’t believe that the spat between these venerable gentlemen had been defused so easily by a young lady.

It really took Rosemary to step in; moments ago, she and the photographer were too scared to make a peep.

The live chat was going wild. Rosemary had managed to get seven feisty old men to toe the line.

[Rose’s incredible, I’m officially a fan now! Rose, you’re my idol!]

[These old dudes are hilarious, I could watch them bicker all day.]

[I’m so jealous of Rosemary, pampered and doted on by so many grandpas. Meanwhile, I just got yanked out of bed by my mom for oversleeping.]

Seeing that they were finally eating peacefully, Rosemary was about to head back to her own table when she caught sight of friends from two tables waving at her.

"Rose, over here, cheers to you!" Kelly called out, wine glass in hand, beckoning Rosemary over.

Ophelia, the sleek-haired BFF Deborah, the tomboyish Fanny with her jagged bangs, the elegant Freda with her collarbone-length hair, and the guy friends Hayes, Magee, Burgess, they all waved at Rosemary with smiles on their faces.

"All here?" Rosemary responded with a bright smile, walking over and taking the glass of red wine from Kelly. "I’m touched everyone could make it to my homecoming party. Here’s to you all for making the time."

"Whoa, my dear lady, this formal politeness is new. I might need a moment to adjust," chuckled Hayes,his earring glinting. He remembered when Rosemary and Kelly visited his newly opened club, which went into complete disarray thanks to Zachary and Yolanda .

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