Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 564

Serena’s eyes widened in surprise. She also had fireworks to watch? Fireworks that belonged only to her?

Suddenly, her feelings were all over the place, not knowing whether to feel happy or guilty.

May gave the French window a slight knock, flashing a mischievous smile.

"Sir, Ms. Collins is..."

Her words trailed off as she noticed Serena seated across from Sampson. She was taken aback.

When did Serena arrive? Why was she here? Was she here to stir trouble??

"What about Rose?" Sampson lifted his gaze in Rose’s direction, his tone as casual as ever.

The man was truly remarkable, maintaining his calm in such a situation.

"Ms. Collins is distributing presents in the living room," May said, worry for Rose subtly reflected in her voice.

She feared Serena might give Rose a hard time.

"Let’s go." Sampson stood up, his hand resting on the back of Serena’s chair. He spoke in a gentle tone.

"I’ve arranged some shows. It would be a shame to miss them."

Serena nodded, rising to match his pace.

"Don’t mind if Rose hasn’t prepared a gift for you. Considering your tone towards her earlier wasn’t exactly friendly," Sampson reminded as he led the way.

Serena felt a bit embarrassed and nodded again.

"Uncle Sampson, I won’t be as childish as just now."

Although she had previously picked out a Christmas gift for Rosemary in a pretentious manner and had it sent to Rosemary’s room, it was just a cheap bracelet.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t even wear it.

Even if Rosemary didn’t present in return, she wouldn’t feel anything.

"Dad, Mom, this is for you."

Rosemary, as the artist Mirabelle, had drawn two paintings in a row and, under the guise of calligraphy master Evarose, penned a calligraphy piece for Hunter to hang in his office or study room.

"Chasel, this is yours." Rosemary handed Chasel a small note.

Sympathetic glances were thrown in Chasel’s direction, for the note was pitifully small!

Chasel hadn’t expected that he wouldn’t even receive a painting, just this small note.

But it was a gift from his sister after all, so he was still moved. He ruffled Rosemary’s hair gently and said,

"Thank you, silly girl."

He then unfolded the note and was astonished to find several leads he’d been recently looking into.

How could Rose have information on such confidential matters and even provide him with clues?

At that moment, Rosemary laughed, her smile bright and clear.

"You’ve got a painting too." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She had deliberately hidden it earlier, just to see Chasel’s disappointed expression. She hadn’t expected Chasel to be so indulgent with her.

Even when she gave him just a small note, Chasel didn’t blame her.

She tiptoed and whispered into Chasel’s ear,

"I’ve found out that Myrna’s dad likes Mirabelle’s paintings."

Hearing this, Chasel was deeply moved.

"What are you two whispering about? I want to hear too."

David came closer, and Rosemary handed him two rolled-up sheets of A4 paper.

The surrounding maids chuckled, beginning to feel sorry for David.

David’s heart dropped a beat, a chill creeping up his spine.

Even Hunter and Chasel had gotten paintings, and he was stuck with two sheets of A4 paper??

But when he unrolled them, he found two freshly written songs.

They were custom-made for him by Rose!!

He couldn’t help humming them. The melody was catchy, and he was sure it would be a hit!

"You’re simply a treasure, sis." David was over the moon, unable to resist ruffling Rosemary’s hair.

"What about mine?" Clark was eager, wondering what gift his sister had in store for him.

A painting, perhaps? Or something else?

"Check your WhatsApp."

WhatsApp?

Clark was puzzled, but upon checking it, he found a clue.

Rose had already traced Carol’s birth family to Summerfield. In no time, they believed they would have a lead.

"There’s also this." Rosemary handed over a small vial.

"You’re a forensic pathologist. Sometimes during autopsies, you might inhale toxic gases or accidentally get poisoned. You can use what’s in here. There are detailed instructions on the label."

There had been incidents where people committed suicide in sealed spaces using toxic liquids, evaporating the harmful substances into the air.

A forensic pathologist had once inhaled such toxic fumes during an autopsy and by the time he was taken to the hospital, it was too late to save him.

"I’ll always carry this with me." Clark hadn’t expected his sister to be so considerate, and he was deeply moved.

"I’m not sure what Sean likes, so I just sketched a picture. I’ll ask Hunter to pass it on."

Rosemary handed another artwork to Hunter.

"Rose," Sampson sauntered over, a warm smile on his face.

"Let’s see what my darling niece has got me. Is this a painting by Mirabelle?"

Upon seeing the powerful artwork and the stroke details, Sampson knew it was the work of Mirabelle.

He was both surprised and concerned about his niece’s expenditure.

"Silly girl, you’ve spent too much."

Sampson was well aware of the hefty price tag of Mirabelle’s artwork. It wasn’t something money could simply buy.

May, who was standing nearby, playfully reminded,

"Sir, if you look closer, does the paper seem familiar?"

On further inspection, Sampson realized it was indeed the spare paper from his study. Only May had the liberty to enter his study anytime.

So, the paper must have been taken by May. But how did this grand artwork end up on it?

"Rose painted it!" May couldn’t help but blurt out, laughing.

What? Sampson was stunned.

Kenneth, while admiring the artwork his daughter had gifted him, casually remarked,

"Oh, Rose is Mirabelle. She paints really fast. She can finish three or four pieces in an hour."

Sampson was taken aback. He looked at his brother-in-law and sister, then at his nephews. It seemed like they all knew about Rose’s identity.

So, the renowned Mirabelle was right in front of him all along?

Mirabelle was considered a master in the art world, with unmatched skills known far and wide.

The person hailed as the ’Scribe of Astronisia’, the ’Master of Painting’, was his very own niece!

"Rose, you truly are extraordinary," Sampson praised her genuinely.

Clark chimed in,

"Uncle Sampson, you better keep this safe. Rose’s artwork is worth a fortune. Many people would kill to get their hands on it."

"If you think the paper is too ordinary, you can give it to me or sell it to me at a high price."

David looked on eagerly as Sampson carefully put away the painting.

"Dream on."

Despite its quick creation, Rosemary’s fluid strokes and bold style achieved a perfect blend of form and spirit, creating a lively and dynamic effect.

True to the reputation of Master Mirabelle, she managed to capture the most challenging aspects of form and spirit in such a short time.

Rosemary then walked over to Serena, handing her a gift.

"Do I have one too?" Serena was surprised.

Upon opening it, she saw the words penned by Rosemary:

"Contentment brings happiness."

Knowing that Rosemary was indeed Evarose, she knew that these words were nothing less than a rare treasure.