LOGINThe 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
After the three men continued insisting, Rose finally gave in. “Alright,” she said softly, lifting her gaze. “I’ll accept the money.” Relief flickered across Mason’s face, while Sam nodded in quiet approval. Mateo, however, only studied her, as though he already knew that her agreement wouldn’t be
Byran was utterly confused by the situation before him. Two of his most trusted subordinates were lying helplessly on the floor, groaning in pain, while an unidentified man stood at the entrance of the room. The stranger’s clothes were stained with blood, and the murderous glare in his eyes was lock
Nicholas frowned. “Why?” Chris explained Rose’s request from the night before—how she had asked him to recommend a modeling agency for someone she wanted to help. He admitted he wanted to investigate the person first, to make sure Rose wasn’t wasting her effort on the wrong individual. Nicholas si
Luthor slammed the brakes the moment the hotel came into view. The tires screeched against the asphalt as the car jerked to a sudden stop outside the grand entrance, the engine still humming aggressively as if it hadn’t realized the chase was over. Valets and guests turned in shock, a few stepping







