เข้าสู่ระบบThe following day was none other than the day of the banquet. Beatrice sat elegantly before her dressing mirror while an experienced stylist carefully adjusted the final details of her makeup and hairstyle. A satisfied smile rested comfortably on her lips as she admired her flawless reflection.
Rose folded her hands together on her lap before speaking. "If we arrive together, there'll be rumors. The banquet will be attended by politicians, business leaders, and influential families." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want everyone talking about us before we're ready." She paused briefly
Three days had passed since Sophia and Henry's engagement banquet. The excitement surrounding the event had gradually faded, and everyone's lives slowly returned to their usual routines, as though the dramatic incidents that had unfolded that evening had become nothing more than distant memories.
The nearby guests couldn't help smiling. "What a sensible young lady." "She's incredibly mature." "She speaks with remarkable grace." "Madam Donna truly raised her well." Instead of putting Rose in an awkward position, Sophia had somehow become the one making unnecessary remarks. Sophia heard
The banquet continued in high spirits. Elegant conversations flowed effortlessly from one group of guests to another while the orchestra filled the magnificent banquet hall with soft classical melodies that blended perfectly with the lively yet refined atmosphere. Although Sophia and Henry's engag
Grace immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness!" She turned around with a guilty expression, quickly looking Rose up and down. "I'm so sorry, dear. Did I hurt you? Are your feet alright?" Rose couldn't help smiling at the woman's anxious reaction. "I'm fine, Aunt." She lightly squeezed Grace's hand. "Y
Ggregory leaned back in his chair, exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose before dialing Nancy. It didn’t even ring twice before she picked up. “Ms. Miller?” “Report?” she asked immediately. “Yes.” Gregory sighed. “It didn’t go well. Mr. Ashmore refuses to accept any termination. He claims
The servants moved quickly, taking bags and coats, while the family made their way inside the sprawling mansion. The interior hadn’t changed in decades—gold-trimmed walls, oil portraits of ancestors long gone, and the faint scent of old mahogany. Despite its grandeur, the tension hanging in the air
Alex sat in the back seat of his car as it glided smoothly through the early traffic, pale morning sunlight washing over the city and turning glass towers into golden pillars. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on his nose—simple, elegant, and unfairly flattering—softening the cold edge of his fe
Thirty minutes later, Luthor drove into the Gray family ancestral mansion. The towering iron gates opened with deliberate slowness, revealing a long, cobblestone driveway that gleamed faintly under the golden dusk. The air held the faint fragrance of wet earth and manicured roses. At first, the gua







