Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 555

"What did you just say?"

At that moment, Angela and Darlene were struck dumb, staring at Rosemary in disbelief, then at Sampson.

Did Rosemary just call Sampson uncle?

Their faces turned ashen, and it was Angela who stuttered out the question first, "W-what did you call him just now?"

Rosemary didn’t answer, but it was Sampson who spoke up in his cool, detached voice.

"Is there a problem with my niece visiting my ski resort?"

His niece?

His actual niece?

Angela and Darlene turned even paler, as if they’d been struck by lightning. It took them a while to realize the extent of the trouble they had stirred up.

Rosemary was Sampson’s niece?

What on earth was going on?

Why hadn’t any media reported this before?

They were in deep trouble now.

"Take them away."

Standing around in the heavy snowfall wasn’t a good idea. Sampson was worried about his beloved niece getting cold.

However, upon hearing Sampson’s orders, Angela became frantic.

She’d heard plenty about Sampson’s ruthless ways. Being taken away meant either a meeting with the Grim Reaper or losing an arm or a leg.

"Mr. Sampson, I didn’t know she was your niece. But she was the one who provoked us first, we were just defending ourselves," Angela insisted.

If Sampson knew that they were the ones who started the quarrel and the fight, it would be more than just losing an arm or a leg.

"You can call a doctor to examine our injuries. We were the ones who were beaten up, and we’re not lying," Darlene chimed in.

As long as the doctor confirmed their injuries were from a fight, even if Rosemary was in the right, she would be in the wrong.

Rosemary was waiting for them to say this. Raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly, she replied, "I agree to the examination."

Not just Angela and Darlene, but even Sampson was surprised. An examination would definitely work against Rosemary.

But seeing her innocent and sensible demeanor, they couldn’t guess what she was up to.

What was she planning?

"Uncle Sampson, let them get examined," Rosemary suggested.

The bodyguards and staff around them were confused, not understanding Miss Rose’s move.

"Alright."

Sampson pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Ski Resort, get over here."

The man on the phone was overjoyed. "Mr. Sampson, are you finally deciding to sell that large western piece of land to us?"

"No business talks today."

Sampson’s voice was calm, but those who knew him could tell that it was the calm before a storm.

"Bring a doctor." Sampson’s voice was always cold. "And call Darlene’s parents."

The man on the phone hesitated. "What happened?"

"Your daughters got hurt at my ski resort and are demanding a medical examination."

The man on the phone was terrified. "These two naive young girls. I’m heading over there right now to pick them up. What’s this about injuries and checkups? They’re just kids, don’t take their words seriously."

"No, I want them all accounted for," Sampson insisted firmly.

The man on the other end tried to lighten up the mood.

"Mr. Sampson, at most the girls took a tumble while skiing. There’s no need for a doctor. I think they’re just being brats, need some disciplining."

But Sampson cut him off.

"Do I need to repeat myself for the third time?"

"No, not at all." The man on the phone realized the gravity of the situation, hardly daring to breathe. "Please wait for us, Mr. Sampson. We’ll be there as soon as possible. We’ll definitely make things right!"

Sampson hung up and opened the door of the snowmobile, letting Rosemary in first.

Angela and Darlene were somewhat uneasy. Was Sampson calling their parents over because of that phone call?

Especially recently, both families were hoping for Sampson’s help.

Angela’s father wanted to acquire a piece of land in the west. He was competing with other corporations, trying to win Sampson’s favor to secure the deal.

Angela’s uncle recently had a confrontation at a casino owned by Sampson, causing some damage there.

Sampson hadn’t made a statement about the incident yet.

Darlene’s family owned a mid-range car manufacturing company. They were quite wealthy, but her uncles were trying to undermine her father, hoping to collaborate with Sampson for mutual benefit.

There were countless matters like these.

Angela and Darlene knew very well that if Sampson decided to get serious, their families would be the ones to suffer!

Seeing the snowmobile leave, Angela and Darlene hurriedly asked, "What should we do?"

They couldn’t possibly walk through the snow, could they?

"If you don’t want to die ugly later, you better catch up and come clean with Mr. Sampson. Maybe he’ll go easy on you," a staff member suggested.

Angela and Darlene were in pain, and even walking was difficult for them.

As the snowmobile got farther and farther away, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and chase after it.

"Mr. Sampson, we can explain! We wouldn’t dare to hurt your niece even if we had the guts!"

"Everything we said is true. You can check if you don’t believe us!"

Because of their injuries, they didn’t use their snowboards, but ran after the snowmobile.

"We don’t know why your men lied! It wasn’t us who started the fight—we’re the victims! Wait until the medical examination results come out. You’ll see that we’re the disadvantaged party. Mr. Sampson, don’t call our parents over. We can talk about anything!"

Since the snowmobile resembled a tour bus and had no windows, Rosemary could hear their words clearly.

"Don’t let it get to you," Sampson soothed Rosemary. "I’ll take care of it for you."

"I did hit them," Rosemary confessed.

"The staff saw everything. They started it and you were only defending yourself," Sampson defended her. "Even if you started everything, so what? As long as I’m here, if you want to hit anyone, just go ahead. I’ll take care of it."

Rosemary thought, What? Wasn’t he being a bit too indulgent?

"If you want to hit someone, it’s because that person deserved it. If you dislike someone, it’s that person’s fault."

Sampson said seriously, "In any case, it’s never your fault."

"Uncle Sampson, don’t you distinguish between right and wrong?"

"With me, whatever you do is right," Sampson said, not forgetting to add, "The one who’s wrong can only be someone else."