Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 552

The security here might outrun that of a bank vault.

May chuckled to Rosemary, "This wine cellar alone is comparable to a small bank vault. I heard from the cellar keeper that the worth of just a few of these bottles would be enough to buy a villa."

Rosemary wasn’t particularly fond of wine, but, influenced greatly by her grandfather since childhood, she knew good wine when she saw it and had an eye for quality.

"Let’s take these two," Rosemary said, pointing at two bottles. May immediately had them brought over.

"Ms. Rose, could wine be considered a form of investment, its value appreciating over time?" May asked, curious.

"Fine wine appreciates quite rapidly."

"No wonder there are so many members under Mr. Sampson’s vineyard. They’re all collectors. After buying the wine, they store it in Mr. Sampson’s cellar. These members have personal wine racks engraved with their names. Each bottle of wine has a number. If they want to retrieve their wine one day, there are people who will deliver it to them."

"Do you like wine?" Rosemary asked.

"I’ve been allergic to alcohol since I was a kid. But I admire Mr. Sampson’s business acumen. Being around him has really broadened my horizons."

They chatted away. After getting the wine, Kenneth, Louisa, and Sampson had already gotten up and finished breakfast.

"Rose, can you ski?" Sampson asked, visibly excited upon seeing her.

"I can a little."

"Great! It’s snowing today, let’s go skiing." Sampson had the vehicles prepared, and the group set off with great momentum.

In this country, Sampson owned multiple ski resorts. The largest and most scenic one was the Ski Resort.

The mountain there looked like a ram’s horn.

There, the beautiful snow lines allowed skiers to overlook the distant snow-covered villages—a true feast for the eyes.

The snow there was excellent: large and dense, soft and fine. The snow on the ground was pillowy, attracting many wealthy people.

The key was that the skiing here was very smooth. Even if you fell, it didn’t hurt.

When Rosemary first arrived at the ski resort, a group of staff came to greet her.

"This is my dear niece. From now on, whenever she comes, notify me immediately and take good care of her!"

Rosemary responded with a smile.

Sampson had brand-new skiing gear brought over.

Since those who came here were either rich or noble, there were not as many tourists as in ordinary ski resorts.

Each skier could even enjoy a ski track all to themselves, making the experience quite enjoyable.

Rosemary changed into her gear and went skiing. Sampson watched her figure from a distance and couldn’t resist taking out his cell phone to snap a few photos of her.

"This kid seems to be able to do anything," Sampson said to his sister beside him.

"She can do a lot more. Kenneth and I are going to play over there. You should relax a bit too."

Sampson asked the staff to keep an eye on Rosemary and to attend to her needs immediately if necessary.

Rosemary slid down the high snow track, snow splashing around her like waves. It had been a long time since she had had so much fun.

At the same time, a foreign man sitting in the cable car, looking at the imposing Romeo in front of him, was at a loss for words.

The outside world was covered in snow, yet he was so nervous that he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Originally, the one who was supposed to negotiate with their group was a business manager from the Lidaria Branch under McMillian Corporation.

But now, with Romeo personally stepping in, he was so scared that he couldn’t utter a single word.

He didn’t understand why Romeo would personally negotiate with him. Was it because the benefits he proposed were too small, or was there another reason?

Because he couldn’t figure it out, he was uneasy for a while.

At that moment, he inadvertently caught Romeo’s gaze, which was fixed on a girl skiing below.

The girl was clearly a pro on the slopes—her moves agile and graceful. An idea popped into Elgin’s head.

"Mr. McMillian, I know almost everyone who comes to this ski resort. That girl down there—I can find out who she is and have someone send the information to your room. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Romeo, who had been watching the girl with a gentle gaze, suddenly turned cold.

Elgin quickly corrected himself, "No, no, no, what I mean is, I can introduce you."

"Do you think I need your introduction?"

"No, no, I misspoke. With your charisma, you can certainly win her over."

The atmosphere cooled once again.

Elgin was at a loss for what topic to bring up next. Ever since they came to this ski resort, Mr. McMillian hadn’t said much.

He couldn’t figure out what Mr. McMillian was thinking.

He treaded carefully, trying to think of the next topic.

"Mr. McMillian—"

"Shut up."

All Romeo wanted was to quietly watch Rosemary ski.

Rosemary reached the bottom of the slope and suddenly felt a gaze on her. She looked up and saw Romeo!

Rosemary pulled out her phone from her pocket and called him. "What brings you here?"

"Just talking business with a partner. Didn’t expect this coincidence."

At that moment, the ski lift stopped. Romeo got off and strode toward her, while Elgin cautiously followed behind him like a lackey.

Rosemary glanced at Elgin before Romeo swept her into his arms.

"Merry Christmas Eve."

Romeo dipped his head and gave her a kiss, confirming Rosemary’s suspicion. This guy was here to spend the holiday with her. Business talk and partners were just excuses.

Elgin was taken aback seeing Mr. McMillian move so fast—spotting his prey and immediately sweeping her into his arms. The progress was too swift.

Wasn’t it rumored that Mr. McMillian was indifferent to women?

"Elgin."

Hearing Romeo call him, Elgin hurriedly stepped forward.

Romeo still held Rosemary, his gaze fixed on the girl in his arms. "This is my business partner."

"Nice to meet you. Merry Christmas Eve." Elgin cautiously extended his hand, intending to shake Rosemary’s hand in a friendly gesture.

But a glance from Romeo made him retract his hand.

God, the big boss’s gaze was too intimidating, and his mood was so unpredictable.

"So you really are here for business," Rosemary said with interest, her tone teasing.

Perhaps afraid she would feel awkward, Romeo emphasized, "Just for a bit."

Knowing she was with her uncle’s family and had to spend time with them—and this was their first Christmas Eve together—Romeo didn’t want to take up too much of her time.

"Just for a short while." Romeo’s gaze was hopeful.

"Okay." Rosemary agreed, considering the lengths he had gone to be here. "I’ll see how things go and let you know in advance."

Romeo, pleased, leaned down and kissed her again.