Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165

"Rose’s gig isn’t like the others’; they mainly rake in the dough from making and selling clothes. Doing the dirty work for others is just extra gravy for them."

Even if the profit per order was peanuts, it won’t throw a wrench in the workings of their company.

But the Harris family’s business scene was a whole different ballgame.

"Let’s get a move on." Olga jumped out of bed and said, "After breakfast, we’ll rope in Mom for help."

Attlee, fresh from his morning routine, descended the stairs only to find no sign of Yolanda. He’s a bit on edge. "Where’s Yoli? Wasn’t she going to visit Grandma? Tell her to shake a leg and get breakfast.

We’re about to hit the road."

It’s already late in the game!

With all the hullabaloo happening at home recently, how can she still be catching z’s?

The nearby nanny quickly stepped in: "Miss Yoli was up at six, been slaving away in the kitchen ever since, didn’t even grab a bite. She said she wanted to fix breakfast for you folks and the old lady first."

Hearing this, Attlee realized he got the wrong end of the stick about his daughter and hightailed it to the kitchen.

Yolanda’s up to her elbows in work in the kitchen. Seeing a reflection of an approaching figure on the wall, she feigned a stumble, one hand on the cabinet, putting on an act of being weak.

The nanny quickly lent a hand: "Yoli, are you okay? I reckon you’re overdoing it by working on an empty stomach. Take a breather."

"I’m fine," Yolanda smiled, "As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good."

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, "Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home."

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

Did Yolanda not see through his mood? Raised by a cleaning lady, she’s been through tough times, and her ability to read between the lines was top–notch.

She served the breakfast she made on the dining table, untying her apron as she spoke: "I’ve been able to cook since I was five. When my foster mom used to go to work, I’d have the meal ready when

she got home."

On hearing this, Attlee’s guilt deepened; he hadn’t realized she started learning to cook at such a young age.

"She wasn’t in good health then and needed medication often. We couldn’t afford meat, so I’d cook up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d give her my share of the meat because I was just a kid; I’d grow whether I ate it or not."

Attlee’s heart ached even more..

Olga, who had snuck downstairs at some point and saw Yoli cooking and sharing her childhood stories, gave her a thumbs–up on the sly.

As if to say, "Well done, girl! Look at your father; he’s about to cry!"

The surrounding nannies were also saying:

"Yoli’s really had a hard knock life! Had to deal with so much hardship from a young age, yet she’s so mature and considerate. It’s heartbreaking! Thank heavens, Yoli’s back home now."

"I reckon it’s because of Yoli’s outstanding qualities that fate brought her back here."

"Sir, you ought to treat Yoli even better. She’s both beautiful and dutiful, way better than the previous Ms. Rose!"

"Absolutely, that Ms. Rose really had a bee in her bonnet!"

"What if it’s a gift from sis?" Yolanda bit her lower lip, not understanding how Rosemary could give away such an expensive gift!

Why would an old lady need something so pricey?

"If you don’t tell, I won’t tell, how would she know? Besides, this thing might be something she swindled from some guy; I don’t even care if it’s tainted! Just take it and keep it safe for your grandma for now. If one day she really wants it, you can give it back!"

"Dad, since she suggested it, I’ll keep it for Grannie Grace for now." Yolanda stepped forward to take the gem flower, touching it excitedly. She liked its design and function.

"She’s suing us for six million dollars, and we’re keeping her stuff safe. If she knew, she’d probably thank us!"

Olga looked again carefully but didn’t find what she was looking for. Then she happened to notice something hidden under the pillow.

A new phone!

She picked it up and saw no brand mark on it. It looked like some unknown brand. She looked at Attlee, somewhat annoyed.

"Did you buy her something again?"

"Not me," Attlee thought for a moment and said, "Maybe Rose bought it?"

"She’s quite generous. Giving Gem flowers, buying new phones. Does she have some ulterior motive?"

Olga laughed sarcastically. "She’s trying to win Grace over to split the inheritance? Dream on!"

Attlee also realized this and his impression of Rosemary worsened. She’s already suing them for six million dollars, and she’s still not satisfied, like a greedy wolf, never being satisfied!

Olga didn’t expect the phone to have a password. Definitely set by Rosemary!

After unlocking it with Grace’s fingerprint, she opened the phone and found the apps to be quite simple.

She didn’t expect a no–name brand phone to be quite decent.

In the recent contact list, there was only one person, Rosemary..

Every timé Grace woke up in the past few days, she would call Rosemary. Olga saw that Grace had made at least a dozen outgoing calls and was instantly furious!

"Look, the first thing Grace does when she wakes up isn’t to call us, but to contact a stranger!"

Olga showed the phone to Attlee and said, "This clearly shows she’s trying to win Grace over for the inheritance. Look, in Grace’s eyes, there’s only her!"

Seeing how often they contacted each other, Attlee felt even worse.

"You wanted to give her ten thousand dollars before to get her to leave Grace? Now you understand, ten thousand dollars is less than a hair to her!"

Olga put the phone away and put it in her handbag.

"What are you doing?" Although Attlee was uncomfortable, he was not happy about her taking Grace’s stuff.

After all, Grace was his own mother!

"If I leave the phone here and let them contact me more frequently, when Grace leaves all her inheritance to her, we will definitely regret it!" Olga definitely won’t let them keep in touch.

She had already taken one of Grace’s phones before, and she didn’t expect Rosemary to give her another one. What on earth was she trying to do?

At that moment, Olga noticed something golden under the pillow. She pulled it out to take a look.

What a beautiful bracelet!

"This is clearly made of top–notch gold!"