Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 778 - 779

The next morning, David bombarded his sister with messages.

[Hey Rose, you’re coming to my concert tonight, right? Whether Romeo can make it or not doesn’t matter, but I need you there!] fгeewebnovёl.com

[It’s your first time at one of my gigs! No need to queue, I’ll have my assistant add you on WhatsApp and she’ll sneak you in through the side door.]

[Any songs you’re dying to hear tonight? I’ll belt out any tune for you. Plus, we’ve got some special guests joining me on stage – I bet some of them are your idols! Want their autographs? I’ll make sure they sign everything for you in person.]

[Seven o’clock sharp, you’ll be there, won’t you?]

At the end of his messages, David included a puppy-eyed emoji full of anticipation.

Rosemary didn’t finish work until after two and didn’t hit the sack until after three, only to be woken up by David’s texts just after six.

[David, you’re up early?] she typed back groggily.

[What choice do I have, you workaholic! Hunter said you’d rather slave away at the office than come to my show. I’ve been worried sick all night, and only dared to message you once the sun was up. Why

are you up so early, too? I hope I didn’t wake you.]

Rosemary could only reply, [Romeo and I will come tonight.]

[For real?] David was over the moon, immediately sending a screenshot to Hunter before telling Rosemary, [Then how about dinner backstage with me? What’s your craving? I’ll have it delivered right to

us!]

He couldn’t risk going out to eat before the show – fans would swarm him in seconds.

[We’ll eat with Romeo.]

David was hit hard by the rejection, but still replied, [Alright, see you tonight then. Don’t forget, it starts at seven.]

[Got it.]

After she finished texting, Rosemary was wide awake. She handled some work on her phone, took some files to the office, and started a meeting. But before it was over, she noticed several young department heads constantly glancing at their watches.

"What’s up?" Rosemary’s gaze settled on them, their minds clearly elsewhere as they kept checking the time.

"Ms. Bennett." the Deputy Finance Director gave a sheepish smile, "David’s got a concert in Summerfield tonight. I managed to score tickets after a fierce battle, can I duck out early this afternoon?"

The other department heads looked on with hopeful eyes, clearly already at the concert in their minds.

It was Rosemary’s first realization of David’s allure. She asked evenly, "Isn’t the concert at seven this evening?"

It was only ten in the morning and they were already distracted?

"Ms. Rose, I didn’t know you kept tabs on this stuff. Are you a fan too?"

"Fan?"

"Yeah, fan."

Rosemary was speechless.

"I’m a fan too, but I only managed to get lawn tickets," another female employee lamented.

"Be glad you got a ticket at all. I had to buy mine from a scalper – eighteen hundred a pop."

Rosemary was amazed.

"So, are we meeting at four at the supermarket across from the stadium?"

"Yeah, yeah, I’ve even brought my suitcase with banners, glow sticks, and all. We’ll put up the banners together and chant in unison."

Rosemary had no idea there was so much involved in attending a concert.

"Ms. Rose, please let us go early this afternoon. It’s a once in a lifetime event!" They all pleaded with Rosemary.

Some of the seasoned board members just couldn’t stand it anymore.

"My daughter is head over heels for that David. She ditched her piano lesson this afternoon just to fangirl over him!"

"My son adores him too, says he’s cool and responsible, wants to shine bright like him when he grows up."

"My mom’s in her seventies, and she had me scrambling for concert tickets, saying that David is such a sweet-looking boy, and calls herself a ’granny fan’."

Rosemary hadn’t realized David’s fan base was so wide-ranging.

"Alright, we can knock off early today."

Seeing their minds weren’t on work at all, Rosemary simply said, "Meeting adjourned."

No sooner had she dismissed the meeting than some of them huddled together, buzzing about the concert.

Later that afternoon.

Rosemary hopped into Romeo’s car, planning to grab an early dinner before heading backstage to meet David. But as soon as they approached the crossroads near the stadium, they hit a traffic jam.

The stadium steps were packed with fans who had arrived early.

Three hours before the concert, and the roads were clogged, with an army of traffic cops trying to maintain order.

Every billboard around the stadium had been rented out by fans, plastered with David’s pictures.

Some had even wrapped entire buses with his photos.

Rosemary hadn’t anticipated David’s popularity, nor that every nearby restaurant would be filled to the brim with his fans.

"We’ll find somewhere to park," said Romeo, equally surprised by David’s drawing power.

Traffic officers were ahead, directing the flow.

Just waiting for the lights to turn, Rosemary sat in the car for a harrowing thirty minutes. It was insane.

Fans were even handing out shopping bags with David’s charitable acts printed on them to passersby.

Finally, when traffic inched forward, Romeo steered into a nearby parking lot, which was full. They ended up parking at the closest subsidiary of McMillian Corporation.

"Didn’t think we’d end up back at the company for a staff lunch," Romeo quipped as he opened the car door for Rosemary.

Rosemary chuckled, "But it’s close to the stadium. After we eat, let’s just walk over. No way we’re driving."

Otherwise, they would be gridlocked forever.

This subsidiary wasn’t a frequent stop for Romeo. As he and Rosemary stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor, the manager Mr. Quennel spotted them.

"Mr. McMillian, are you here for an inspection? And this is." Mr. Quennel hurried over to shake hands with Romeo and nodded towards Rosemary.

"My fiancée, Rosemary. We’re here to try the staff meal."

Mr. Quennel was taken aback. The staff meal?

Oh no, he hadn’t received any notice that Mr. McMillian was coming to check on the cafeteria standards.

"Running low on food?" Romeo sensed his discomfort.

"No, no, it’s not that. I’m just worried you and Ms. Rosemary might not be used to our simple fare. It’s all homestyle dishes," Mr. Quennel hastily explained. "Please, follow me!"