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    Jayceon was now a prominent figure in Shlrie, so his schedule was packed from dawn to dusk. To see him, one needed an appointment.


    When Rosie stepped into the Russell Corporation, she was stopped almost immediately by the receptionist.


    Seeing that she wasn’t wearing a visitor’s badge and looked unfamiliar, the receptionist offered a polite smile and said, “Miss, who are you here to see?”


    Rosie, already in a foul mood, shot the receptionist a sharp re. But she knew that if she wanted to see Jayceon, she had to suppress her anger.


    “I’m here to see Mr. Russell. We’re good friends. I can go up by myself. No need to trouble you.”<fnb286> Follow current nov?ls on find·novel</fnb286>


    The receptionist stepped in front of Rosie, blocking her path to the elevator.


    “I’m sorry, Miss. Without an appointment, you can’t see Mr. Russell.”


    “Do you even know who I am to speak to me like that?” Rosie snapped.


    The receptionist nearlyughed. The woman was clearly dressed to impress, and she could guess what this was about. She believed Rosie was probably just another admirer pursuing Jayceon.


    But Jayceon was already married.


    “I’m sorry, but if you want to see Mr. Russell, you’ll need to make an appointment in advance.” The receptionist’s voice stayed calm as she continued to block Rosie from heading upstairs.


    A mere receptionist, daring to treat her this way. Rosie’s fingers twitched with the urge to p her.


    “I’m the wife of Prince Maxley of Plieca. It should be an honor for Mr. Russell to meet me. Do I really need an appointment? I’m here with a huge order. If you dy it, can you take responsibility for the loss?” Rosie said.


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    The receptionist’s expression shifted ever so slightly. She gave Rosie another careful look, then replied in the same polite tone, “Please wait a moment. I’ll check with the secretary’s office and have them ask Mr. Russell.”


    Rosie felt slightly better but was still in a foul mood. “Hurry up. My time is precious, and you can’t afford to waste it.”


    The receptionist gave a brief nod, returned to her desk, and picked up the phone. Five minutester, she walked back to Rosie. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Mr. Russell said he won’t be seeing you.”


    Rosie’s eyes widened. “Impossible! Did you even tell him who I am? Mr. Russell and I have an excellent rtionship. There’s no way he’d refuse to see me. Call again and tell him I have something important to discuss.”


    The receptionist believed Rosie was being unreasonable. Wife of Prince Maxley of Plieca? She had never even heard of the country.


    Without another word, she turned away and went back to her desk.


    Rosie’s gaze flicked to the security guards posted at the entrance. With them watching, she didn’t dare make a scene. So, she settled onto the sofa in the lobby. Jayceon had to leave work eventually. She would wait for him here.


    Jayceon had been swamped with work, his meetings dragging on until seven in the evening.


    Exhausted, he massaged his temples and asked his secretary, “Do I have any more appointments tonight?”


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