Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 593

The man who stepped in was the deputy manager of the corporation. He’d received word that Belinda, the head of HR, had spoken out against him to Mr. McMillian, blaming him for the recent staff changes in the company.

He had just intended to step in and defend himself, but instead, his attention was caught by the sight of a young woman lounging on the couch. She was engrossed in her phone with one hand, and in the other, she held a bag of potato chips, munching away without a care in the world. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Max froze in disbelief. Who on earth was this girl? How could she be so bold as to eat junk food on Mr. McMillian’s priceless leather couch? Everyone knew that Mr. McMillian not only kept his distance from women but was also a bit of a clean freak.

If even a single crumb of her chips fell onto Mr. McMillian’s expensive carpet, she wouldn’t be getting away with it.

Yet there she was, eating her chips as if she didn’t have a single worry in the world.

"Had your fill of watching?"

The voice came from Romeo, who had just walked in carrying an armload of drinks from the snack cabinet, his squinted eyes reflecting a hint of danger.

Max’s eyes widened in shock, wondering if his eyesight was failing him.

Only a few months ago, Mr. McMillian had put a six-foot-tall cabinet in his office. Max had speculated multiple times about what secrets it might hold, only to find out now that it was filled with snacks and drinks.

Seeing was believing, but Max still found it hard to believe.

"Mr. McMillian, I need to speak with you."

Max stared in shock as Romeo placed the drinks on the coffee table in front of the couch. With a gentle tone, he addressed the girl, "The coffee is still hot. Take a look at these, see if there’s anything you’d like to drink."

There were juices, sodas, other beverages, and even bottled water.

"Go ahead with your work." The girl, Rosemary, lifted her gaze from her phone and glanced at the table. Spotting a bottle of lemonade, she reached for it.

Romeo, noticing her movement, beat her to it, twisted open the cap, and held the bottle to her lips.

Rosemary took a sip.

"How is it?"

"Not bad." Rosemary eyed the packaging of the bottle. Was this new? Made by McMillian Corporation?

"I knew you liked it, so I set up a separate production line," Romeo replied. Upon noticing Max’s lingering gaze on Rosemary, he asked with a slight frown, "Do you find her attractive?"

"No, no, no." Max shook his head frantically. But on second thought, he hurriedly added, "She’s beautiful. Miss, you’re absolutely stunning. The words ’beautiful’, ’breathtaking’, and ’mesmerizing’ all fail to do justice to your beauty. May I be so bold as to ask if you are Mr. McMillian’s girlfriend?"

Romeo didn’t respond, merely helping Rosemary take another sip of her lemonade.

"She must be your fiancée!" Max ventured a guess. "No wonder you two look so perfect together! Congratulations are in order for you and the lovely lady. May you have a long and happy life together."

Rosemary lifted her gaze to meet Max’s. She hadn’t expected the people around Romeo to be so observant.

"Thank you."

Her gratitude only made Max more certain of her identity. She must be the future Mrs. McMillian. No wonder the usually aloof and unapproachable Romeo was personally serving her drinks.

Impressive, truly impressive.

Whoever she was, she was the first one he had ever seen who could make Romeo do her bidding.

"Let’s cut to the chase." Romeo sat next to the girl, opening another packet of snacks for her.

"Miss, please allow me to say this." Max took a small bow and then cried out, "Mr. McMillian, Belinda is trying to throw mud at me. How could the company’s personnel changes have anything to do with me? Even if they did, I’m the one who cherishes talent, going above and beyond to attract it. How could I possibly push talent away?"

Romeo fed a piece of the snack to Rosemary, observing her reaction. Seeing that she didn’t seem to like it, he opened a new packet.

"In the past two months, a good number of people have handed in their resignations. As far as I know, it’s got to do with Belinda’s style of management. She’s been admiring Mr. McMillian for a long time, and every young, attractive girl, fresh out of prestigious universities, who could potentially threaten her position — they all couldn’t last three months of internship."

Max paused here, deliberately looking at Rosemary.

Rosemary seemed like she didn’t hear, staring at her phone, her expression unchanging from start to finish.

Romeo fed Rosemary another piece of snack, observing her beautiful face. Seeing that she didn’t show any sign of liking or disliking, he opened another packet of snacks, feeding her again.

Seeing that Mr. McMillian didn’t respond to him, Max had no choice but to continue explaining, "Mr. McMillian, I’ve been working diligently in this company for twelve years. You should know what kind of person I am. I wouldn’t do anything that would harm the company."

Romeo gave Rosemary a sip of lemonade, then finally asked, "What does she gain from framing you?"

"She’s simply not satisfied with my decisions, wants to see me demoted, have my pay cut, and even wants to see me fired by the company!"

Max was quick to explain when he noticed Mr. McMillian finally paying him attention. "Previously, the position of department head in our company is filled by the most capable. But some of the capable ones lack experience and can’t solve problems effectively."

"I proposed that all assistant managers must have at least three years of work experience before they can be promoted to managers. My request isn’t unreasonable, yet Belinda took issue with it, thinking that I was affecting her promotion.

"Until yesterday, when she was promoted, I threw a celebration party for her. Among all the newly promoted managers, she was the only one who didn’t attend."

Romeo asked again nonchalantly, "Why do you think she didn’t come?"

"She must be dissatisfied with me. I guess she’s taking advantage of her recent promotion to file a complaint against me, blaming all the personnel changes on me."

Just then, Carl knocked on the door, bringing in a document.

"Mr. McMillian, this is Belinda’s resignation letter. It should have been handled by the general manager, but the general manager thought it would be best if you made the final decision."

Max never thought that Belinda would resign. Just a moment ago, he was saying that Belinda was using her promotion to accuse him.

She struggled for five years, finally becoming a department head, but after just one day, she handed in her resignation?

Upon hearing this, Rosemary found it to be quite normal. After such an incident, Belinda probably felt too embarrassed to stay in the company.

"Carl, print out the emails the company received and show them to Mr. Max."

Upon Romeo’s command, Carl immediately went to print. When seven or eight emails were handed to Max, he trembled, looking incredulously at the words.

Each email was from a different person, all saying that ever since they started working, they often suffered from Max’s unwelcome advances.

Max promised that they could become full-time employees after their internship if they complied. If not, they would be kicked out of the company.

Max also bragged about his grandfather’s distant relation to one of Romeo’s cousins.