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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

"What on earth are you blabbering about?" Attlee's uncle clearly didn't buy this story, with the relatives and friends around him adding fuel to the fire.

"You're a low-ranked nobody, so I don't blame you for not knowing about booking the entire restaurant. But if you don't call your manager over today, don't blame us for not being polite!"

"That's right, call your manager! He needs to apologize to us personally!"

"What kind of attitude is that? You're just a waiter, yet you act so high and mighty. Who do you think you are, bossing us around?"

One of them even blew smoke in the waiter's face, giving him a contemptuous look.

"I'm sorry, sir, smoking is not permitted here," the waiter maintained his composure. "Mr. Harris did not book the entire restaurant. If you don't believe me, you can ask him. We have important guests today, and the manager is personally serving them in the private room and can't come over. We hope you can understand."

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