登入The charity gala had already become the talk of high society long before it ended. Ever since Donna publicly introduced her as her representative, people had been paying attention to her every move. And the more they watched her, the harder it became to look away. At the center of the grand ballro
The night of the Sterling Charity Gala arrived sooner than Rose expected. Glassrose Manor was unusually lively. Emma had been running around since the afternoon while several stylists fussed over Rose. "No, no. The earrings should be the diamond ones." Emma frowned at the jewelry tray before quic
Jimmy nodded approvingly. "I believe it." He turned toward Rose. "May I ask you something?" "Of course." "You have access to more than enough beautiful clothing already." Rose laughed. "You're wondering why Alex still hired you?" "Exactly." Rose smiled helplessly.."Honestly... so am I."
The following morning, Glassrose Manor was already bustling with activity. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows as Rose walked downstairs dressed in a simple white blouse tucked into a pair of high-waisted black trousers. Her hair was neatly tied back, and the light makeup on her face only a
For some reason, that realization unsettled her. Not because she feared remembering but because she didn't know what else might return with those memories. Rose lowered her hand and looked back at her hand. The smile on her face had completely disappeared. Meanwhile, inside King Corporation. T
Meanwhile, Rose remained seated quietly throughout the entire exchange, she didn't even bother to say anything and simply sat there calmly. Oddly enough, that only made Donna's support of her seem even more justified. Donna then looked at her. "Are you unwilling to do this arrangement, Roseline?"
The ringtone buzzed sharply through the stillness of the office. Alex didn’t flinch. He reached for his phone, eyes narrowed as the screen lit up. The name flashing on the display was one he trusted more than most—Reed, one of his most loyal men. “Speak,” Alex said the moment the line connected.
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch,
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a modern, stylish building with neon accents and a sleek black-and-gold sign that read The Luxe Lounge. It had a mix of a high-end arcade, a private club, and a casual dining area—clearly designed for the elite high school crowd looking for entertainment.
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique







