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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

"Two minutes have passed." Rosemary said.

Rosemary hung up the call, blocked the number, and was about to head into the lab when another unknown number called.

Rosemary was speechless. Without a doubt, it was Attlee again, shamelessly calling her from a new number.

Rosemary hung up again, blocked the number, and strode into the lab.

Attlee had predicted she wouldn't answer, so he had prepared a bunch of new numbers before calling her. Each time Rosemary blocked one, he'd switch to another. Finally, Rosemary switched off her phone, leaving Attlee helpless.

"How's it going?" Olga, watching Attlee's fallen face, had a bad feeling, "She's still not answering your call?"

"She switched off her phone." Attlee sighed, glancing at his daughter on the sofa.

Yolanda was hanging her head, looking guilty as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. She looked pitiful.

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