Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 551

"If she becomes your aunt, God knows how she’ll squander the family fortune."

"She’s too lucky to have caught your uncle’s eye."

"Serena, can you tell me what your uncle sees in her? I’m dying to know what kind of women rich men like. I want to learn from it~"

Serena couldn’t focus on what her roommate was saying anymore.

It was Christmas Eve tomorrow, and Christmas the day after, but she hadn’t received a gift from her uncle yet.

Her uncle used to send her gifts ahead of time, always two at a time.

But this year, her uncle had time and mood to take Rosemary shopping but forgot about her—the niece he had lived with for eighteen years!

It was just too much!

On the other side.

Sampson had bought Rosemary numerous gifts. He still wasn’t done, and it was already midnight.

The mall was supposed to close at ten at night, but due to Sampson’s presence, not a single brand closed early—all hoping that Sampson would spend money in their stores.

All the shop assistants stood at the entrance, lined up, smiling, their eyes full of anticipation, hoping that Sampson and his entourage would come in.

"Uncle Sampson, it’s midnight," Rosemary was a little sleepy. "I’m tired."

Louisa yawned, "Let’s call it a night."

"Sampson, I know you adore Rose, but it’s really late. Let’s stop for today."

Seeing that the three of them were indeed tired, Sampson whispered to the mall manager, "Have the rest of the stores send their new collections to my place. I’ll continue picking tomorrow."

Wasn’t this a bit too much?

"Yes, Mr. Sampson." The mall manager bowed and obeyed.

Sampson didn’t forget to instruct his bodyguard, "Arrange for masseuses to come over."

Tonight, he had to make sure his brother-in-law’s family was relaxed.

Back home.

Kenneth, Louisa, and Rosemary were soaking in different hot tubs, with professional masseuses helping them relax.

Meanwhile, Sampson was still on the phone:

"Now and in the future, our malls will always welcome LY, and from this moment on, all rents for LY are waived. The best location in the mall will always belong to them."

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a while before asking in disbelief,

"So, Mr. Sampson, until when is the rent waived?"

After all, it was a considerable amount.

"Until my company goes bankrupt."

The person on the other end was stunned again. Given the current growth of the company, it wouldn’t go bankrupt even in five hundred years.

What had this LY done to get the boss’s favor to such an extent?

It was extraordinary!

Meanwhile, at McMllian Corporation.

Romeo looked at the time and realized that he hadn’t seen the little girl for two days. He pressed the intercom and called Carl in.

"We have a small project in Lidaria recently. Have the person in charge hand it over to me. I’ll handle it personally."

Carl was taken aback when he heard this.

"Mr. Romeo, this is just a tiny project."

Normally, Romeo wouldn’t even notice it!

So now, was the boss bored out of his mind?

No, wait—he suddenly remembered that Ms. Rose had taken off to Lidaria a couple of days ago.

Had she not returned yet? Was Mr. Romeo planning to follow her?

"But Mr. Romeo, didn’t Ms. Rose say before she left that she didn’t want you tagging along?"

Carl, seated in the driver’s seat, remembered their conversation clearly.

With a straight face, Romeo replied,

"I’m not going to chase her. I just don’t trust anyone else with this project."

Carl thought to himself, "Boss, will Ms. Rose buy that story? If you want to see her, just say so. It’s not like she doesn’t know you."

"Alright, I’ll have the project manager clear the schedule," Carl said, suddenly pausing as a thought struck him.

He turned back with a cheeky grin,

"Mr. Romeo, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the next day is Christmas. What about my holiday?"

"What does a bachelor need a holiday for?"

Carl was speechless, on the verge of tears.

Every time the boss had a date or a holiday, he was left with all the work.

Enough was enough. He had to stand up for himself!

"Got a problem with that?" Romeo’s gaze fell on him.

Carl replied with a forced smile,

"No. I’m grateful for this opportunity. I’m thrilled."

"If work makes you so happy, you can handle the workload for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day."

Carl almost cried at the news,

"Don’t worry, Mr. Romeo. I’ll get it all done."

"Off you go."

"By the way," Carl added with a sly grin,

"I heard that on Christmas Eve, people give gifts to their loved ones for safekeeping. Have you prepared any gift?"

Like maybe a little bonus for the hardworking bachelor.

"Would a pink slip do?"

"Mr. Romeo, I just remembered I have something urgent to attend to. I’ll get right on it," Carl quickly exited the office.

The next morning.

When Rosemary woke up, she found that it was snowing outside. The snowflakes were gently falling, blanketing the world in a pristine white.

Every servant greeted her with a warm smile,

"Merry Christmas Eve."

Rosemary wished them the same.

"Ms. Rose, you’re up so early."

The heating inside was ample, and May, dressed in light clothing, ran up to her.

"They haven’t woken up yet. Mr. Sampson instructed that if you’re up first, you should have breakfast. I’ll take you there."

"You’re up this early too."

"Mr. Sampson has plans for today. We all have to prepare early." May didn’t reveal what the day had in store. She wanted to surprise Rose.

After breakfast, Rosemary followed May to the wine cellar to choose the wine for the evening.

Rosemary hadn’t visited this place when she toured her uncle’s house the day before. Now, when she entered the cellar, her gaze was instantly drawn to the wines on the shelves.

"Mr. Sampson has a special affection for wines. He has several cellars, and this one houses his favorites. Each bottle on the shelf has a number. Ms. Rose, which wine would you like to have tonight?"

Each cellar was fitted with a centralized air conditioning system to monitor the temperature and humidity. The lighting was strictly controlled. Every bottle stored here was wrapped in paper and neatly arranged on the shelves.

When Rosemary arrived, there were security personnel patrolling, with fire extinguishers, smoke detectors, and surveillance cameras scattered about. It was clear that her uncle held these wines in high regard.