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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

Hunter found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn't help but ask, "So you mean to poison yourself after the competition?"

"Exactly, I'd rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after the competition than make a fool of myself during it." Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.

After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, "Your clothes smell so good."

Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hunter, wiping her tears on his clothes?

At that moment, Rosemary pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth upon seeing the scene.

Molly hadn't expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly explained to Hunter, "I'm sorry, Mr. Collins, really sorry, I didn't mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I'll wash them for you when we get back."

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