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Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company.

But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

After lunch, Rosemary headed back to the office.

Just as she reached the 20th floor and the elevator doors opened, she heard Dean's voice echoing from afar.

At that moment, Dean was blocking a group of seven or eight male employees outside the office, not letting them in.

One of the men, dressed in a white shirt, was pleading. "Dean, I really fancy Ms. Rose…"

"Where do you get the nerve? Do you have a house and car in Summerfield?"

The man in the white shirt shook his head.

"How much do you have in savings?"

"You dare to fancy Ms. Rose with only three hundred dollars?" Dean was getting angry.

"Dean, I genuinely fancy Ms. Rose. I'll work hard to make money…"

Another male employee hurriedly stepped forward, smiling as he spoke, "Dean, I have an apartment in the city center, a car worth 100,000 US dollars, and my monthly salary has already increased to 8,000.

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