Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 539

Danny had never heard of anyone like her. This young girl, surrounded by dozens of people, didn’t cry or show any signs of fear.

Instead, she leisurely went on a boat to enjoy tea and the moonlight. This was entirely different from what he had imagined.

Such composure was indeed praiseworthy.

"Take care of her. It’s on the house."

Upon hearing that, Danny couldn’t help but marvel at the young woman’s good fortune to have caught the favor of the gentleman.

Not only did she walk away with thirty million, but she was also enjoying herself on the boat—and it was all free of charge!

The boat was outfitted with plush sofas. Rosemary leaned back, her hands laced behind her head as she looked up at the moon.

The boat rocked gently on the shimmering lake, like a soothing cradle lulling its occupants to sleep.

The scent of flowers from the shore wafted over, carried by the breeze, invoking a sense of peace and tranquility.

Coffee, pastries, and snacks were arranged next to the sofa. Rosemary would nibble at them from time to time, a picture of contentment.

Ten employees, upon receiving the message, scrambled to pull the boat back to the next docking point.

"Miss, we apologize for any inconvenience. You’re free to leave now."

"If you wish to stay a bit longer, you could try your luck at our casino. We can provide you with five million in chips to play with. Any winnings are yours, any losses are on us. Or we could arrange accommodations for you. We offer a variety of scenic rooms for you to choose from."

Rosemary rose lazily after they had conferred with their superiors. Their respectful demeanor amused her.

"No, thank you."

"Whenever you wish to visit us again, Miss, you’re always welcome."

Ten employees fawned over her, akin to a swarm of bees around a queen. They escorted her to the exit, asking, "Do you need a ride? Shall we arrange a car for you?"

"No, thank you."

A Rolls Royce from the hotel she had booked was already waiting outside.

Upon seeing the driver in The Royal Hotel’s uniform, everyone knew that she was no ordinary guest.

The Royal Hotel was well-known in their area, with over three hundred rooms, the cheapest of which cost a thousand a night.

The most expensive suite was on the 52nd floor—a luxurious space with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a 360-degree view of the city’s skyline.

The hotel also had a private spa, an oversized crystal bathtub, and other amenities that ensured guests had an unparalleled experience.

Once Rosemary arrived at the hotel, she collected her key card and rode the elevator to the 52nd floor. She swiped her card and entered one of the opulent suites.

Sensors detected her presence and the lights automatically came on. The curtains gradually drew back, revealing the stunning cityscape.

Rosemary removed her cap and mask, tossed her backpack onto the sofa, and walked onto the balcony to take in the view.

She rarely had the opportunity to stand silently and appreciate such a sight.

The wind played with her long hair, eliciting a sense of comfort.

After a while, her phone pinged with a notification from her bank.

She had received twenty-eight million and eight hundred thousand—Murray’s share.

She smirked, surprised that he had kept his word.

Elsewhere.

After a twelve-hour flight to Lidaria, Louisa switched her phone on to see a response from her daughter. She relayed the message to Kenneth:

"Our little girl’s abroad. She said she had some business to attend to. Should we still ask her to come? Wouldn’t that be too much of a hassle?"

She couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter being worn out.

Louisa replied,

Rose, my darling, which country are you in? Can you make a trip to Lidaria?

Rosemary was somewhat surprised upon receiving the message. Her parents were abroad? In Lidaria?

Are you here on business, or just travelling? Rosemary lightly tapped the screen with her slender fingers and replied quickly:

I’m near Lidaria. Shall we meet tomorrow?

Upon seeing the response, Louisa was overjoyed and quickly responded:

Absolutely, what time suits you tomorrow?

Might be in the evening.

Fine, I’ll send you the location before you come.

Okay.

In an effort to strengthen their bond, Louisa sent her daughter a playful emoji.

A warmth spread through Rosemary’s heart, and she responded with a similar emoji.

Meanwhile, Dr. Mark held his phone, pondering his message for a long time. Finally, he typed:

Prof, have you had a chance to look at the patient’s medical history? I apologize for troubling you with such a trivial matter.

Upon typing this, he hesitated, knowing how his mentor disliked long-winded individuals.

He restructured his message, cautiously asking:

Prof, are you awake? I’m sorry to bother you this late.

After considering his words, he felt too formal and deleted the message to rewrite it:

Prof, about my patient.

Would it be too abrupt?

It seemed a bit rude.

So, Mark continued to type, delete, and rephrase—never satisfied with his words.

Rosemary, fresh from her shower, took the initiative to message him.

Upon receiving the message, Mark was ecstatic. He promptly called Sampson:

"Sampson, are you awake? Great news—my mentor is nearby and she’s available to consult on Old Mrs. Griffith’s case tomorrow afternoon!"

"That’s good news." Sampson asked, "What does she like to eat and drink? I’ll have it prepared in advance. How much should I prepare for her consultation fee?"

"I’m not certain about her preferences. As for the consultation fee, my mentor may have her own standards. Let’s wait until she arrives."

Regardless of the cost, as long as their mentor could make a visit, there was hope for Old Mrs. Griffith’s recovery!

"I’ll pick her up tomorrow." Mark, overjoyed, messaged Rosemary:

I’m extremely grateful that you can spare the time to visit. Whenever you’re ready tomorrow, let me know, and I’ll come to get you.

Okay.

After responding, Rosemary sent a message to Romeo via WhatsApp, summarizing the day’s events.

"Are you hurt?"

Romeo was concerned when Rosemary mentioned a man being chased into her box at the auction, and how she nonchalantly saved him and knocked out a few goons.

"Will the man you saved today cause you any trouble? Do you need me to send more people to escort you back home?" Romeo asked, worried.

"I’ll be fine," Rosemary dismissed his worries. "They’re no match for me. Once I’m done tomorrow, I should be able to head home the day after."

"Is that Murray reliable? If he doesn’t get the Black Heart from his friend by tomorrow, how long do you plan to stay there?" Romeo asked again.

"He assured me that he could deliver the Black Heart to me by tomorrow. He seems eager to collaborate with me, so I don’t expect any issues." Rosemary was quite confident in Murray.

"So, you’re not going to collaborate with him?"

Rosemary chuckled, "Who would be so dumb as to stay and help others make money?"

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Romeo laughed lightly. "Then you should rest early and come back soon. I’ll be waiting for you at home."

"Okay."

Rosemary chatted with Romeo for a while longer before hanging up the phone.

"Just a moment," the leading staff member said.

"Alright, bring me something to eat and drink." Rosemary strolled onto an empty boat, settled down, and began to appreciate the scenery on the water.

Several resplendent golden buildings reflected on the water, like an enchanting illusion.

The staff were taken aback by her audacity. Wasn’t this young lady afraid of the potential danger of staying behind?

Nonetheless, they brought her food and beverages, attending to her diligently.

Meanwhile, the manager urgently dialed Danny’s number.

"Danny, we’ve got a big problem! A girl just walked away with 32 million dollars from us. What’s more—others started to win as well! We’re taking a huge hit tonight!"

"What?" Danny’s voice held a note of surprise. "A girl?"

Not a seasoned gambler, but a girl?

"Yes, she looks around seventeen or eighteen, but her dice-rolling skills are comparable to yours back in the day!"

"How dare you!" Danny scolded. "Comparing anyone to me? Can she discern the dice by sound? Can she roll the dice into a column? Can she roll whatever number she wants?"

"She can do all of that!"

"What?"