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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

Broad strokes, majestic momentum, a verdant forest, and clouds enveloping the mountains.

This really was an unparalleled masterpiece.

Phillip was totally captivated by this painting. He didn't expect that a teenage girl could produce such profound artwork.

"Last night, when Rose handed over this masterpiece to me, I couldn't believe such a good painting came from a little girl. So, I asked her to prove it, and guess what? She drew this part of the painting in less than five minutes!"

George pointed to the top left corner of the work, his words filled with surprise and admiration.

Phillip quickly looked up, eager to see, "Where's that part? I want to see it too!"

George was at a loss for words. "You already got the whole painting, why do you want that part? That part is mine!"

Seeing his son determined not to give in, he lowered his head again to admire the painting.

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