Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 760 - 761

The birthday song started to play, and a towering six-tiered cake was being wheeled by someone in their direction.

Serena was bursting with curiosity to see who was behind the cake, but as it drew closer, her eyes widened in shock. That beautiful, radiant face, could it really be Rosemary?

Rosemary was Jamie Noelle??

Impossible!

"Didn’t Mr. Jarvis say that Jamie Noelle would personally deliver the cake to Mr. Albright? Could Queena actually be Jamie Noelle? That’s just too surprising."

"Maybe Jamie Noelle stepped out to the restroom and asked the girl to wheel the cake in for a bit?"

"Or perhaps Jamie Noelle’s gotten too old to walk, so she needed this young lady to help push the heavy six-tiered cake. It does require extra care."

"No way, I can’t believe she is Jamie Noelle. She’s just a teenager."

"Yeah, how could she be both Queena and Jamie Noelle?"

Amidst the stunned and speculative gazes, Rosemary pushed the birthday cake forward, stopping in front of Eugene.

Eugene was surprised by the cake because it wasn’t the one he had ordered. It must have been a surprise Rosemary had prepared in secret.

The six tiers represented his six decades of life. Each layer was a celebration, the bottom five showcasing their shared memories - like the times they played chess, now depicted in a cartoonish

style by Rosemary, and the trophies they had won over the years, each carefully crafted and adorning the cake.

The sides of each tier bore different inscriptions: one with "Good Fortune," another with "Longevity," and others with "Prosperity" and "Good Wishes."

The largest inscription was on the bottom tier, reading," Health, Prosperity, and Happiness." And on the top tier, a little girl sat surrounded by eight smiling elders, each holding a peach with a glorious smile.

Eugene’s eyes moistened at the sight, for the cartoon images were so vivid, so lifelike.

There was Beck, Charles, Tanner, Nelson, and himself. Alberto had passed away, chasing after his beloved into the next world, but Rosemary included his cartoon image too, his hand gently cradling a

peach, his smile as warm as ever, invoking a feeling of fond nostalgia.

Warner, Uriah, and Thomas couldn’t make it; Rosemary added them to the scene nonetheless.

Their group had once been eight elders looking after Rosemary. And now Alberto had left them too soon.

His WhatsApp profile picture was still in their chat, and sometimes the others would @ him, chatting as if he could still reply, though they knew he never would.

With these thoughts, Eugene’s eyes grew even wetter.

"Hey, hey, I’m not even there yet, and you’ve already rolled out the cake."

The speaker was Nelson, who had hurried over and finally made his way to Eugene’s side, "I gotta say, Jamie Noelle’s hands were made for playing the violin, not for wheeling out cakes for you."

"That’s right, Mr. Albright." panted President Charles, who had arrived just after, with a big smile on his face, "You’re really putting those valuable hands to mundane use. Jamie Noelle’s talent is precious, and here you have her playing errand girl."

The crowd took in the arrival of these two venerable elders with surprise and shock. Could Rosemary really be Jamie Noelle? It just didn’t seem possible!

"What’s this about running errands? The kid’s just sensible, volunteered on her own. Besides, I’m pushing sixty - how many more birthday cakes will I get to share with her? And you have the nerve to

call me out? We agreed on a 7 o’clock start for the birthday bash, and look what time it is now!" Eugene feigned indignation.

"We were halfway here when we realized we’d left the birthday present behind and had to double back." Nelson explained, handing over a wrapped gift with a grin, "Wish you endless happiness and prosperity."

"It wasn’t my fault; it was Nelson’s car I was in. If he’s got to go back for the gift, I’ve got to tag along."

President Charles chuckled as he presented his own offering, "Here’s a little something from me. Wish you a long, healthy and joyful life."

Eugene beamed with delight, "Now that we’re all gathered, before we cut the cake, I just have to say -Jamie Noelle, this cake you’ve made is truly a masterpiece. It’s both creative and meaningful, a real

treat for the heart. Thank you, my pumpkin. You must’ve put a lot of time into this surprise, didn’t you?"

As he spoke, he patted Rosemary on the shoulder with such fondness, as if he was speaking to his own granddaughter.

His words landed like a bombshell, leaving everyone in profound shock.

"She really is Jamie Noelle."

"When she played The Life earlier, I suspected she might be Jamie Noelle, but given her young age and how she admitted she’s Queena, I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. And yet, she is Jamie Noelle herself."

"My goodness, she’s incredible."

"I’ve always imagined Jamie Noelle to be some venerable old man; never would I have guessed she’s so young and pretty."

"What a rare gem."

Alma, having fetched a backup dress from the car and freshened up, had barely stepped into the garden intending to have a word with Serena when she overheard Mr. Albright reveals Rosemary as Jamie Noelle.

Her steps halted, her mind reeling. Rosemary, with all her impressive titles, a top scholar, Dr. Bell who cured grandparents’ ailments, Maestro Melody, and Jamie Noelle as well as Queena revealed by Eugene tonight.

It was as if a bolt from the blue had struck her, she couldn’t fathom that this long-lost true daughter of affluence harbored such formidable talents.

Beverly had recognized Rosemary’s violin skills as masterful when she played, but she had never anticipated a figure as illustrious as Jamie Noelle.

Jamie Noelle, along with Regan and Pagonana, were considered the three living legends of the international violin scene, epitomizing the pinnacle of the 21st-century violin mastery.

This enigmatic maestro, a mere girl, was Louisa’s daughter.

Both had daughters, yet her own Alma couldn’t hold a candle to a single one of Rosemary’s achievements! The same instrument, the same piece, but Rosemary’s rendition was clearly superior to Alma’s.

She was Jamie Noelle.

She actually was Jamie Noelle.

In the crowd, the esteemed violinist Megan finally understood why Rosemary had declined to be her student.

The girl was Jamie Noelle herself, her prowess far exceeding Megan’s own. Jamie Noelle taking Megan as a student would have been more like it - Megan had neither the skill nor the authority to offer

guidance.

The embarrassment was palpable, but then she thought about how Rosemary had responded to her offer: without revealing her identity, without condescension, and with impeccable politeness throughout the evening.

Whoever had raised this child had done so exceptionally well. Megan’s heart softened, finding the girl ever so endearing. If only she could claim such a granddaughter.

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