Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 594

Some got scared off before they even finished their internships. Some couldn’t handle the constant harassment from Max after they got hired and decided to quit.

The remaining interns who were lucky enough to get past Max’s scrutiny were either not good-looking or had average figures.

Belinda, on the other hand, was a natural beauty. She wasn’t a knockout, but she was certainly charming.

Max had his eyes on her for quite some time.

After taking advantage of the other female interns, he thought he could do whatever he wanted with his authority as the deputy manager. So he set his sights on Belinda.

To his surprise, Belinda had a tough older brother who stepped in and gave him a beating after Max had harassed her a few times.

That’s when the feud began.

He could only make things difficult for Belinda at work from time to time, but this girl was resilient. She endured until she got a promotion.

However, she handed in her resignation just a day after becoming a department manager.

Max couldn’t figure out why she’d quit. Was she just trying to drag him down with her?

"Mr. McMillian, these are all false accusations! I’ve never done that," Max tried to defend himself before he even finished reading. "I’m 42 years old and my daughter is 15. How could I possibly do such despicable things?

Where did these emails come from? Give me the sender’s IP address, Mr. McMillian. I’ll send them all lawyer’s letters!"

"Do you want to cause trouble for them?" Romeo narrowed his eyes.

"No, no, no, I wouldn’t dare. I just want to ask them why they’re slandering me with things I’ve never done. This is complete nonsense—these are the actions of a savage beast."

"Do you realize you’re a beast?"

Max was taken aback, and just as he started to explain—

"It’s already been sent to the police. If you’ve got anything to say, say it to them."

Romeo pressed a button, and Carl immediately came in to escort him out.

"Mr. McMillian, please listen to my explanation. It’s all false accusations by Belinda. I’ve done nothing. Mr. McMillian, don’t believe her. Don’t believe those emails."

Carl escorted him out of the office, looking at him with contempt. He couldn’t believe a man who had a 15-year-old daughter would do such vile things.

No wonder so many people quit in the past couple of months—and they were all women.

It must’ve been because of him.

"Belinda hasn’t said anything. Mr. McMillian only received these emails yesterday.

It was likely that the girls Max had taken advantage of decided to band together for support and expose his vile actions through a mass email.

So, the corporation’s email received seven or eight real-name complaint letters all at once yesterday.

McMillian Corporation didn’t beat around the bush. They called the police right away and handed Max over to them.

"The police are almost here. You’d better figure out what you’re going to say to them and to your family."

Carl’s words sent Max’s heart plummeting.

Back in the office.

Romeo saw that the girl was enjoying her snack and immediately took note of the brand to buy her more later.

Thinking of the gifts she had brought him, Romeo opened the gift bag. There was food, clothing, and other items, all of which made him very happy.

"It must be delicious." Romeo took out the food and picked up a few pieces of clothing, admiring them.

"Your clothes are getting old." Rosemary glanced at his shirt. It was the same one she had given him as a gift last time.

She had only given him a few, but he kept wearing them over and over. The clothes in his wardrobe had all been neglected.

He drank coffee from the mug she gave him every day, wore the clothes she gave him to work, and with the weather getting colder, Rosemary bought him a few more coats in case he’d catch a cold.

"I haven’t had time to design new ones myself. Maybe I can make you some new ones when I’m less busy."

Upon hearing the news, Romeo, overjoyed, swept the girl into his arms, showering her with kisses.

"What am I going to do? I’m so smitten with you. Can I wear it now?"

Receiving all these gifts at once made him as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.

"Wash it first before wearing it."

Romeo, though a tad disappointed, couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss.

Rosemary found herself hoisted onto the desk. Just as their lips were about to meet, a knock echoed through the office.

Seconds later, Carl swung open the office door.

"Mr. McMillian."

Rosemary quickly pushed Romeo away.

Romeo turned back, slightly aggrieved. "You have a knack for impeccable timing."

Carl caught sight of Rosemary descending from the desk, even giving him a cheeky smile.

"Carl, that’s some good work."

Carl felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Feeling Mr. McMillian’s gaze on him, he felt like he was about to be flayed alive. He quickly reported, "Ms. Rose, you flatter me. It’s just an emergency."

Rosemary found Romeo’s frustrated expression quite amusing.

"Mr. McMillian, I came to tell you Max has been taken by the police. Many employees have seen it, and there’s already a notice on the company bulletin board as a warning to others. Also, our partners from Dawnstar are here. They want to have a personal discussion with you. They’re in the reception room."

"Let them wait."

"They only have half an hour. After that, they have to rush to the airport. They’ve already bought their tickets."

Romeo was even more displeased.

Carl looked towards Ms. Rose, his eyes pleading for her intervention.

"Go ahead." Rosemary finally spoke up. "I’ll wait here for you."

Romeo looked a bit sulky. "My tie is crooked."

Carl rubbed his eyes. Romeo’s tie was perfectly knotted. Was he making things up now?

Rosemary stepped forward and straightened his tie.

"You’re quite skilled at this. Have you done it for someone else before?" Romeo asked casually, holding her small hand.

"Have you forgotten what I do?"

All the clothes, shoes, and bags of LY were designed by her—including ties.

How could she not know how to tie one?

"From now on, you can only do it for me."

"Otherwise? Carl?"

Carl, standing to the side, was startled. Feeling Romeo’s gaze on him, he stammered, "No, no, no. Even if I lost my hands, I wouldn’t ask Ms. Rose for help. Ms. Rose was just joking."

Rosemary chuckled, looking at Romeo. "Aren’t you going?"

Romeo then placed his cell phone on the coffee table.

"Take it." Rosemary didn’t want his phone. "What if someone needs to reach you?"

"Answer it for me. If it’s important, tell me. If not, ignore it."

"It’s not just calls. I’m sure a lot of people will text you."

"You can handle those as well." Romeo caressed her head. "Wait for me."

Seeing him actually leaving, Rosemary glanced at the phone on the table but didn’t touch it.

But this feeling of being trusted warmed her heart.