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Chapter 267

    Chapter 267


    Chapter 267


    Rosalie rarely heard Jonathan referring to someone as a friend, hinting at a profound connection


    between him and n. She greeted n with grace, “Hello, I’m Rosalie.”


    “Hello, I’ve been eager to meet you for some time now. Unfortunately, circumstances never seemed to


    align until now,” n replied with a smile. His curiosity had long piqued about the woman who had


    captivated his friend’s heart.


    Particrly memorable was that New Year’s Eve when Jonathan had boldly ventured to a small town


    near Strico, apanied by a cadre of officers from the police station, all in pursuit of that woman. For


    that woman, Jonathan had even left behind his grandfather in the Youngblood family, a move that had


    left n both astonished and intrigued.


    Now, as n looked at Rosalie, he realized that although she was not the kind of stunning beauty that


    would leave people breathless, she exuded a gentle aura that put others at ease, offering a soothing,


    non-threateningfort in her presence. In Rosalie’spany, her influence was evident, calming


    Jonathan’s usual restlessness.


    Suddenly, n began to understand why his friend had fallen for Rosalie. In their world of constant


    scheming and deceit, pretense often outweighed sincerity. Even at the pinnacle of their power, a slight


    misstep could lead to their downfall. While they might appear to be at ease, beneath the surface, they


    were always on their guard.


    In such a high-stakes environment, Rosalie’s serene and soothing presence was a rare gem.


    “By the way, while making my way here, I overheard discussions about this year’s inte trends.


    Would you care to join us?” n asked Jonathan. As the former mentioned the names of those


    participating, Rosalie instantly recognized them as prominent figures in the inte world.


    Those were individuals whom she would never cross paths with in her everyday life, yet there she was,


    being in the same banquet.


    Upon hearing that, Jonathan appeared interested. He turned to Rosalie and asked, “Would you like to


    join me?”


    “No, I would not grasp what was being talked about. You go ahead. I’ll take a moment to rest right


    here,” Rosalie declined.


    “Alright,” Jonathan nodded. Then he added, “What about food?”


    “I will take it myself. Don’t worry.” Rosalie’s smile persisted as she reassured him.


    Meanwhile, n could not help but be taken aback as he watched his long-time friend, the typically


    self-assured Jonathan, assume a protective role. Thetter was even advising Rosalie not to indulge in


    certain alcoholic beverages, cautioning her about the strength of the drinks, and suggesting she be


    cautious while walking to avoid idents. He even proposed that she could ask a waiter for help if she


    did not want to get her food.


    n almost felt as if he were looking at someone who merely resembled Jonathan.


    Jonathan’s concern for Rosalie’s safety was so profound that he appeared as though he was so close


    to cradling her. protectively in the palms of his hands, fearing that she might choke during meals or


    stumble while walking.


    If others were to witness that side of Jonathan, they would be in great disbelief. Jonathan, who was


    known for being a demanding figure in Strico, had never shown such concern for a woman before.


    It was as if he was determined to cater to her every need.


    When the two walked away from Rosalie, n could not resistmenting, “I don’t often see you


    showing such genuine care for a woman.”


    “True,” Jonathan admitted without hesitation.


    Hearing that, n’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you being serious?”


    Jonathan gave him a casual nce and retorted, “Is there a need for me to lie to you?”


    Gulp!


    n swallowed hard as a lump formed in his throat. There was only one conclusion to draw. The


    woman Rosalie he had just met was undeniably destined to marry into the Youngblood family and


    be the futuredy of the Youngblood family.


    “It seems like she’s the fortunate one,” n murmured to himself.


    “I’m the fortunate one,” Jonathan softly confessed. Or perhaps it could be said that Rosalie’s misfortune


    had paved the way for his good fortune.


    If it weren’t for that car ident years ago, she might already be married to Zachary, with children, and


    they might not have crossed paths. He would not have known how delightful it was to have her by his


    side.


    n was left in awe by Jonathan’s words.


    At that very moment, there was a distinct feeling that Jonathan was truly under Rosalie’s control!


    Rosalie took a ss of champagne from the waiter and took a sip. It had a low alcohol content and a


    fruity vor, making it quite enjoyable.


    However, she knew that she could not have too much of the champagne. With her limited tolerance for


    alcohol, overindulging would only lead to getting drunk.


    As she savored the champagne, her eyes wandered across the room. sses clinked, and


    conversations flowed, weaving a vibrant tapestry of aplished individuals. In the past, she had


    been a part of those very scenes, mingling with the high-society crowd, forging connections that would


    benefit her future career.


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    Back then, she meticulously adorned herself for those banquets, always striving to make asting


    impression during conversations. When talking to people at the banquet, she had been mindful not to


    put her then-boyfriend Zachary in an ufortable position, fearing her presence might tarnish his


    image.


    Now, as she contemted those moments, it felt like a different lifetime.


    Just then, a group of women approached Rosalie. One of them spoke, “You’re Jonathan’spanion


    tonight, aren’t you?”


    Rosalie looked up and recognized these women. They were all socialites of Strico, often featured in


    gossip magazines.


    More precisely, she recognized them not because of their media coverage, but because when she had


    been Zachary’s girlfriend, she had gathered information and familiarized herself with the socialites in


    Strico to avoid causing Zachary any embarrassment.


    Among the trio of women before her, one was the granddaughter of a jewelry mogul, another hailed


    from the family of the chairman of a chain convenience store, and the third was the granddaughter of


    the owner of a famous five-star hotel in


    Strico.


    Undoubtedly, the most renowned among them was Jasmine, the jewelry mogul’s granddaughter. She


    possessed both beauty and confidence, always attracting a swarm of admirers, yet it seemed she had


    not found anyone who truly piqued her interest.


    Jasmine had once shared with the media, “The man who captures my heart must naturally be the best.


    Otherwise, I would rather not bother.”


    During that period, numerous media outlets spected that Jasmine might have been interested in


    Jonathan. However, shortly thereafter, Jonathan and Mnie announced their engagement, and the


    gossip surrounding Jasmine and Jonathan naturally waned, with no one resurrecting the topic.


    Thoughts of Mnie cast a shadow over Rosalie’s mood.


    “Yes, I am,” she replied, rising to her feet. She had a hunch that these three women before her might


    not have the best


    intentions.


    “I’m Jasmine. May I know your name?” Jasmine said as she wore a friendly smile, as if eager to


    befriend Rosalie.


    Rosalie did not harbor the slightest belief that the woman was truly interested in making friends.


    However, given the circumstances, she could not simply remain unresponsive. So, she politely replied,


    “I’m Rosalie.”
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