Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 603

Rosemary glanced up. "Your name is Sheila?"

"Yes." Sheila tilted her chin slightly, as if waiting for Rosemary’s guidance.

"The third place winner of last year’s Astronisia Design Competition, right?"

Everyone was surprised that Rosemary even knew about this. Even Sheila’s haughty eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Have you been following this competition?"

"You’ve regressed." Rosemary was flipping through the design draft in her hand, her voice indifferent.

"With your level last year, this year shouldn’t be like this."

Just as Sheila was about to speak, Rosemary picked up a pen next to her and started making changes directly on the original draft.

"This dress’s shoulder lace is superfluous. Not many people can pull it off. If you want to keep the lace, consider something like this."

Rosemary drew the new lace design, and the dress immediately looked more refined.

"This way, it doesn’t look old-fashioned. Also, the waist section, which you think is a major highlight of the dress, will make the wearer look bulky—almost pregnant. If you want to win with waist design, consider these few types."

Rosemary swiftly sketched several waist designs on the draft, instantly making it more eye-catching.

Everyone around was stunned. They hadn’t expected her to come up with so many designs in such a short time—let alone show off her excellent, obviously professional, drawing skills.

Compared to hers, Sheila’s previous drafts were an absolute disaster.

"Your original color scheme is too oppressive. If you switch to these three contrasting colors, it will look classy, fashionable, and eye-catching."

Rosemary sketched a few strokes again, and a chic, beautiful dress emerged on the paper.

Sheila was so shocked that she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t believe that Rosemary could transform the dress into something so stunning.

She had thought her design draft was perfect and that Rosemary wouldn’t be able to find a single flaw.

But to her surprise, under Rosemary’s alterations, her original draft was simply trash.

Sheila couldn’t hear what Rosemary said next. Her mind went blank until a round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd, and she slowly came back to her senses.

Rosemary had already finished modifying the draft and handed it to her.

Sheila didn’t know how she reached out to take it, or how she flipped through these drafts—each page leaving her in awe.

One after another, people in the crowd were taking out their drafts, hoping for Rosemary’s guidance.

A few employees were still inquiring about Rosemary’s identity.

When Romeo returned from a phone call, he saw his girl surrounded by people. His gaze instantly softened.

"Mrs. McMillian, can you help me look at this? I always feel that there is something wrong with these designs, but I can’t put my finger on it."

"Can you look at mine? I drew several designs in one go when I was inspired this morning, but now that I’ve calmed down, they seem mediocre. I don’t know what the problem is."

"I’m quite satisfied with my drafts, but I don’t know if they can be made more stunning. Mrs. McMillian, could you please help me identify any shortcomings?"

People were asking Rosemary for advice, and Rosemary, with patience, picked up her pen and helped them make improvements page by page.

"Oh my God, I never thought that the neckline could be changed like this—it’s so beautiful!"

"Having Mrs. McMillian make these changes, I suddenly feel I don’t deserve to be a designer."

"Mrs. McMillian, how do you have so many inspirations in your mind? It seems endless."

"Yeah, originally we racked our brains to come up with these, but after you made changes, we realized these clothes could be designed to be so stunning."

"Mrs. McMillian must be a big shot in the design world, right? Your level is even better than many designers."

The last words seemed to slap Sheila right in the face.

Sheila felt a burning sting on her cheek, utterly embarrassed.

"Alright, I still need to take Mrs. McMillian for a tour in other departments. You guys figure out the rest."

Romeo’s words left the design department feeling a pang of loss. They hadn’t had enough time to chat with Rosemary.

"Mrs. McMillian, you should come visit the design department when you have time."

"The entire design department would love to invite you for an afternoon tea!"

"Exactly, next time you come, just say what you’d like to eat or drink."

Rosemary’s gaze softened. "Thank you."

"We should be the ones thanking you. You’ve inspired us and made us realize that we still have a long way to go in design."

"Next time, I’ll definitely present more impressive works for you to see, Rosemary."

"Mrs. McMillian, see you next time."

"You must come."

Rosemary nodded with a smile, surveying the crowd. Sheila was at the very back, her face contorted with embarrassment.

"Sheila, could you step out for a moment?" Rosemary suddenly called out.

Everyone in the design department looked at Sheila. She had just offended Rosemary.

Now that Mr. McMillian was back from his call, Rosemary was going to settle the score with her.

Having won several international design awards in recent years, she dared to be so reckless in front of Rosemary.

She was still a young girl—a bit green.

Sheila was initially taken aback when Rosemary called her out, but she quickly composed herself.

The clicking sound of her high heels on the floor wasn’t as confident as before.

"Mrs. McMillian," Sheila stepped into the hallway outside the department, her voice considerably quieter.

"Irene chose to resign."

Rosemary’s words left Sheila frozen on the spot, her expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

"Deputy Manager Max was taken away by the police because he had been harassing female interns for the past two months, and they reported him."

Sheila’s face turned even more sour. She hadn’t expected that Rosemary had heard every word she’d said to others just now.

"The person who turned Mr. McMillian’s office upside down was Maria, not me," Rosemary continued.

"She was fired because she made a mistake, thought she was clever, and spoke ill of others. Mr. McMillian didn’t take into account the relationship between the McMillian and Paisley families and fired her. This goes to show that nepotism doesn’t work in this corporation. What Mr. McMillian values more is an employee’s personal abilities and character."

Sheila was dumbstruck, unable to utter a word.

How had Rosemary heard what she’d said to others from such a distance—and so clearly?

"Mrs. McMillian..." Sheila didn’t know how to defend herself. She glanced at Romeo, who seemed somewhat indifferent.

"Mr. McMillian—" Sheila really didn’t know how to explain.

"Also, in last year’s Astronisia Design Competition, it was my vote that made you third place."

At the time, Sheila and another contestant, Caroline, had a tie in votes.

It was Rosemary’s crucial vote that made Sheila the third and Caroline the fourth.