She didn’t have the energy to argue with Rosemary any longer. The nauseating feeling was rising, and in her frustration, she spun on her heel and stord off.
At this point, her friends were waiting for her outside the restroom, puzzled. It seed like Serena knew Rosemary, and they appeared to have so sort of disagreent. Was it due to the backstage incident that occurred earlier in the day?
"No one bothered to tell I sll so bad!" Serena retorted, pushing past her friends and heading back into the restroom to freshen up.
Her friends covered their noses.
"We didn’t sll anything off. Did Rosemary say you stank? Don’t listen to her nonsense. You don’t sll bad at all. Urgh, not at all."
Despite their reassurances, they kept their distance, rely standing by the entrance of the restroom.
anwhile, Rosemary left Sumrfield College and hailed a cab, heading directly to the place.
Mya, still in shock, felt like she was being followed. She hurried back to her dorm, recalling the mont when Rosemary hugged her and seemingly wrote sothing on her back with her fingertips.
She was too scared, too tense. She was dazed and had no idea what Rosemary had written on her back.
She forced herself to calm down, grabbed a pen and paper, and attempted to recall every stroke Rosemary had made. After several tries, she was shocked to realize that the word was "Roo"!
Was Rosemary trying to send a ssage to Roo?
Indeed, Roo was influential, and there was nothing he couldn’t solve. She had t Roo in the past, but she didn’t have his contact information.
What was she to do?
Desperate, she searched online for the company’s phone number and dialed it.
Mya listened to the automated ssage, finally hearing, "For operator assistance, press zero."
She quickly pressed zero, holding her breath in anticipation.
Soon, a sweet voice ca from the other end of the line.
"Hello, this is the front desk of McMillan Corporation. How may I assist you?"
"Hello, I have a phone appointnt with your CEO. My na is Rosemary. Could you please connect ?"
Mya knew that if she gave her real na, the receptionist would not pay her any heed.
Even if the call did reach Roo, he probably wouldn’t rember who she was.
"I’m sorry, but our company does not currently offer phone appointnts. May I ask who you are and when you scheduled a eting with our CEO?"
"Just put through to your CEO. It’s an urgent matter. If it’s delayed, you’ll surely be fired! I’m not trying to scare you!"
"Did you say your na is Rosemary?"
"Yes, I did."
"Please hold on. I’ll confirm this for you."
Thankfully, the receptionist didn’t give her a hard ti. Mya breathed a sigh of relief and waited anxiously for the call to be connected.
At this mont, Roo sat at the conference table, listening to the Finance Director report on the financial state of the month.
When Carl received the call from the front desk, he quietly said to Roo,
"Ms. Rose is trying to reach you through the company’s phone line, claiming she has an appointnt with you and it’s an urgent matter."
Although Carl found the call suspicious, he knew Rose was the kind of woman who would never use an expression as dramatic as "extrely urgent."
And why would she contact him through the company line when she had his personal number?
This person was likely an imposter, pretending to be Rose. But how did she know about Rose’s relationship with the boss?
Upon hearing the na "Rosemary," Roo gestured to pause the eting and took the corporate phone from Carl.
"Hello, is this Mr. McMillan? I’m Rose’s friend, Mya. She’s in trouble." Mya hurriedly explained the situation to him.
"Alright, I understand." After hanging up, Roo imdiately stood up and left, his presence commanding the room.
The people in the conference room looked at each other in confusion until Carl spoke,
"The eting is adjourned for today."
Seeing Carl about to leave, the director nervously grabbed his hand and whispered,
"Carl, did I say sothing wrong? This month’s profit is not as high as last month’s because Mr. McMillan invested in several places, and—"
"Mr. McMillan just had an urgent matter to attend to. No need to worry."
Relieved by Carl’s words, the director breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought his data or presentation had displeased Mr. McMillan.
Roo had previously given Rose a black hair clip that could track her location. Now, he opened the tracking app on his phone and saw she was heading towards Mount North.
Just as Mya had said, Rose was heading alone to the top of Mount North, probably walking into an ambush.
Although he was worried about Rose’s safety, knowing that he was the first person she thought of in a dangerous situation ward his heart, and he hurried toward her direction.
As soon as Rose reached the top of Mount North, bullets began to rain down on her. She swiftly dodged them and glanced around to see she was surrounded.
So people were hiding in the trees, others behind rocks, and a large group of masked n were lined up in front of her.
They had mobilized a lot of people to capture her.
Rose stood in an open area with no cover, making her an easy target, vulnerable to gunfire.
Despite this, she raised her head and coldly asked,
"Where is my friend?"
"You should worry about yourself."
The masked man leading the group spoke through a voice changer, sounding as cold as ice.
They threw several smoke bombs at her. Rose recognized the purple smoke as poisonous. She covered her nose and mouth and quickly retreated. The bullets fired at her through the smoke missed their target.
When the smoke cleared, Rose was nowhere to be found.
As they searched for her, Rose had already sneaked behind them. She knocked a few out, seized their weapons, and taken one of them hostage.
"Where is my friend?" Rose asked, her eyes cold.
"You do have so skills." The leader laughed heartily and shot the man Rose was holding hostage.
Rose hadn’t expected him to harm his own man.
"Don’t worry, your friend will be waiting for you in hell." The masked man laughed eerily.
"If you’re smart, you’ll co back with us obediently, or else, your friend will die a painful death."
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