Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 597

Romeo’s gaze bore into Carl from across the room, leaving Carl no option but to spill the beans.

"Every morning there are over ten, and the same in the afternoon. On a busy day, we could be dealing with three dozen at the very least."

After finishing his confession, Carl quickly lowered his head, not daring to catch a glimpse of his boss’s expression.

Romeo snorted coldly. He thought, "Very well, Carl, who pays your wages? Do you dare to betray me? Do you think you’re above the law because Rose’s got your back?"

"Every day?" Rosemary’s face lit up with interest.

"I’m completely unaware. Even if it were true, I wouldn’t have noticed," Romeo immediately affirmed. "I’m not interested in anyone else."

"Where’s the stuff?" Rosemary’s lips curled into a teasing smile, her eyes falling on Carl.

Romeo sent another pressure-filled look in Carl’s direction, as if to say: Try bringing the stuff out.

"Are you threatening him?" Rosemary asked, her interest piqued at Romeo’s glare.

"Not at all. I just don’t want to upset you," he replied, careful not to show any temper in front of the young woman.

Carl turned around and brought a pile of items over. "These are from this morning. I didn’t have a chance to get rid of them yet."

Usually, he would dispose of such things before Romeo came to work, tossing them in the trash bin.

He still remembered the early days when Romeo took over the company. There were so many gifts and tokens of affection from admirers every day that Romeo had been rather irritated and declared he didn’t want to see these things anymore.

Since the gifts kept coming, Carl had no choice but to dispose of them every day to keep them out of Romeo’s sight.

Over time, Romeo himself forgot about his original words.

Rosemary scanned the pile that Carl brought. Not only were there love letters, star jars, handmade chocolates, and heart-shaped lunch boxes, but there were also other items.

Rosemary estimated there were over a dozen.

Maria couldn’t believe that, besides herself, there were so many daring people secretly sending gifts to Romeo.

She had thought she was the first one to catch Romeo’s attention.

Little did she know that her daily lunch boxes, love letters, and presents were all disposed of by Carl beforehand.

And here she thought that Romeo had seen them, accepted them, and understood her feelings.

During the company meeting a week ago, several department heads were criticized by Romeo, while she was praised.

She had naively thought that Romeo was interested in her.

She had been elated for days.

But now...

"Just leave them there," Rosemary instructed Carl to put the items on the desk.

"Rose," Romeo was concerned about her mood, "these things were left by them without my consent. I didn’t know."

Seeing that Rosemary didn’t glance his way, Romeo lowered his stance and explained, "I didn’t accept them. By the time I got to the office, Carl had already taken care of everything."

"So you’ve been skipping our meals together because you’ve been filling up on these lunch boxes?" Rosemary suddenly teased.

"No, I haven’t touched a bite. Carl—" Romeo immediately turned to Carl, hoping the witness would come to his aid.

Carl held back a laugh. "Yes, Ms. Rose, I can vouch for it. Mr. McMillian didn’t touch any of the lunch boxes that others sent."

Rosemary chuckled, her laughter as refreshing as a cool spring breeze. "Just pulling your leg."

Romeo, realizing the girl was teasing him, laughed along. "You little imp."

When did she learn to tease him?

This mischievousness... it was rather endearing.

Carl, standing nearby, couldn’t help but mull over it. A girl like Ms. Rose—when not smiling—was breathtakingly beautiful. When she did, it was like a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. With such an enchanting girl around, how could the boss possibly fall for anyone else?

It was just wishful thinking on the part of the other girls.

They thought they could easily win over the boss.

Maria, witnessing their sweet interaction, felt a deep pang in her heart.

Why would Romeo like this kind of girl?

Not only did he allow this girl to wander freely in his office, but she could also go through his phone. The mug the girl had gifted was so ordinary, yet it held such importance to Romeo.

Romeo defended her at every turn, cared for her, and in front of so many people, didn’t hide his love and fear for her.

Romeo’s gaze fell on the security guard. "Before you acted on your own, you didn’t report it to Carl but trusted a manager’s conjecture, almost injuring an innocent person. Half of this month’s salary will be deducted."

Upon hearing they wouldn’t be fired, the head of security instantly brightened up. "Thank you, Mr. McMillian, for your leniency. We apologize, Ms. Rose. We promise not to repeat such a mistake."

After apologizing, the security team left the office, led by their head.

Romeo’s gaze turned to Maria. "You haven’t apologized to my fiancée."

Staring at Rosemary, Maria bit her lip and managed, "I’m sorry, I was out of line. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Romeo coldly replied, "You have half an hour to pack up and leave McMillian Corporation."

"Romeo..." Maria couldn’t believe that Romeo was firing her outright and called out to him using his first name.

Unfortunately, this only seemed to irritate him.

"Carl, tell Mr. Paisley that his precious daughter, without my consent, repeatedly barged into my office, slandered my fiancée as a thief, used the mug gifted by my fiancée to attack her, and summoned security intending to harm my fiancée."

Romeo added, "Tell Mr. Paisley that I’ve been busy recently. No visitors."

The implication was clear: there was no need for an apology—he wasn’t interested.

"Also, list all the damages here and have Ms. Maria compensate for them."

"But Mr. McMillian, please listen to me—" Before Maria could finish, Carl gestured towards the door.

"Ms. Maria, this way, please."

"I really didn’t know she was your fiancée. I was just concerned. I was afraid someone might leak company secrets or frame you with something. Please give me another chance, Mr. McMillian."

"If it weren’t for our families’ cordial ties, do you think you’d have a chance to stand here and plead?"

Romeo turned to Carl again. "Didn’t you hear what I said?"

Carl quickly ushered Maria out. "Please, Ms. Maria. If you don’t leave now, security will have to escort you out."

"Also, install a surveillance camera at the office entrance. Make it clear to everyone—if anyone tries to send over useless stuff again, their salary will be halved the first time, and they’ll be fired the second time. Everyone should focus on their work."

"Understood," Carl responded, taking the orders.