Chapter 7: Rosalie's Bestfriends

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The next day, Oliver had breakfast with the Watson family. After breakfast, Rosalie didn't even look at Oliver. She grabbed her bag and headed straight out to work. Oliver stayed home. Shortly after, James and Martha also left. Before leaving, Martha gave Oliver a stern look and told him to keep his hands to himself and not mess around. Left alone, Oliver didn't just sit around. With nothing else to do, he decided to practice the Azure Dragon Art. He sat cross-legged in the bedroom and began his training, a faint golden light slowly glowing from his body. A powerful aura burst out, filling the whole room. The Azure Dragon Art had nine levels. Every breakthrough would multiply his Azure Dragon Energy, letting Oliver use more advanced techniques from the Azure Dragon Sect. Two hours later, Oliver opened his eyes and sighed. "Still can't break through to the fourth level. Guess just one time with Rosalie wasn't enough," he muttered. Since he was born with the Burning Dragon Physique, Oliver had fire toxins in his body that needed to be suppressed by the feminine energy of a Floral Woman. Rosalie happened to be a Floral Woman. However, one time wasn't nearly enough. Oliver needed to sleep with Rosalie more. Oliver thought he'd probably wear Rosalie out. For now, Oliver figured he shouldn't focus on her. She wouldn't even let him touch her. That left only one option: gather the herbs he needed to make the Energy Breaking Pill. He'd already given Jayden the list of herbs, including the ones for the pill, hoping he could get them. Suddenly, Oliver's phone rang. "I'm downstairs. You've got five minutes. Come down now," Rosalie said as soon as he picked up. Three minutes later, Oliver was downstairs. A red sedan was parked out front, with Rosalie in the driver's seat. "What are you looking at? Get in!" she snapped. "Oh," Oliver replied, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. Rosalie said nothing, just started the car, and drove off. "So, where are we going, babe?" Oliver asked curiously as they drove. "Where? You'll see soon enough," Rosalie said, a smug smile tugging at her lips. About half an hour later, Rosalie parked in front of an upscale club. As soon as they got out, Oliver heard a woman call, "Rosalie!" He looked up to see two women walking over. One looked sweet and innocent, the other was smoking hot. The sweet one wore a long green dress, her hair down over her shoulders, with a heart-shaped face and a tall, curvy figure. The hot one had bright red lips. She wore a tank top that showed off her fair skin and her curves, tight jeans, and high heels. As she walked over, she shot Oliver a look of pure disdain. "So you're Oliver? Just like Rosalie said, a total hick," Paige said disdainfully. "And you are?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who am I? I'm Rosalie's bestie, Paige. This is Emily, also one of her besties," Paige said coolly. "For Rosalie's good, let's cut to the chase. You aren't good enough for her. You should leave her right now!" "And if I don't?" Oliver shot back. "Figures. Shameless!" Paige sneered. "You wanna refuse? Fine, wait till Morgan Parker gets here. You'll be sorry." Just then, a group walked over. Leading them was a young guy decked out in designer clothes, rocking two big, shiny earrings. This was Morgan Parker, the eldest son of the Parker family, and Rosalie's most persistent admirer. The Parker family wasn't top-tier in Jamora, but they were second-tier, with a mid-sized company worth over 200 million dollars. They had money and connections, and they were respected in both the legit and shady sides of Jamora. As the Parker heir, Morgan didn't have to answer to anyone unless they were from the city's top families. "Rosalie!" Morgan's eyes lit up as he spotted her, eagerly stepping forward. "Hi, Morgan," Rosalie greeted him with a slight smile. "I'm so thrilled you came to my birthday!" Morgan exclaimed, visibly excited. Ever since he met Rosalie, Morgan had been hell-bent on making her his. His birthday party was the perfect excuse to try to get closer. Just thinking about being with Rosalie got Morgan all worked up. "Morgan, you're playing favorites! We're still here, you know," Paige pouted, her voice suddenly turning all sweet and flirty. "Apologies, my bad. I'll drink three shots as punishment once we're inside," Morgan replied, his gaze shifting to Oliver. "And you are?" Paige, eager to stir trouble, chimed in, "Morgan, brace yourself. This guy's Oliver, a hick, and Rosalie's husband. They just got their marriage certificate today." As soon as Paige's words landed, Morgan's smile vanished, replaced by a frosty glare. "What does this hick think he is? How dare he claim to be Rosalie's husband?" "Yeah! Rosalie's a total catch." "Only Morgan is good enough for Rosalie!" "He must've cheated or something." "Let's teach him a lesson!" Morgan's crew all started shouting in agreement. Morgan swaggered up to Oliver, looking down. "Listen, kid. Rosalie's mine! Get lost!"

Chapter 7: Rosalie's Bestfriends

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