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Jayceon was now a prominent figure in Shirie, 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 glare. 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. | can go up by myself. No need to trouble you.”
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 | am to speak tolike that?” Rosie snapped.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe receptionist nearly laughed. 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 slap her.
“I'm the wife of Prince Maxley of Plieca. It should be an honor for Mr. Russell to meet me. Do | really need an
appointment? I'm here with a huge order. If you delay 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
spolite 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 tis precious, and you can’t afford to waste
ie.”
The receptionist gave a brief nod, returned to her desk, and picked up the phone. Five minutes later, 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 | am? Mr. Russell and | have an excellent
relationship. There's no way he'd refuse to see me. Call again and tell him | 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 | have any more appointments tonight?”
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