Masuk“Come on!” Rose yelled desperately as she called again. This time, the line connected. “Nicholas—” “Rose?” Nicholas' voice rang out from the other line. “I'm being followed.” The panic in her voice instantly wiped the calm from Nicholas's face. “What?” “Some people are chasing me. I don't know
Rose left the venue with the noise of the grand opening still lingering behind her as she slipped into her car, started the engine, and slowly pulled onto the road. It was already late in the night, but the weekend traffic had turned the streets into a slow-moving stream of vehicles. The route she
The weekend finally arrived, and with it came the long-awaited grand opening of Valloura. Rose drove herself to the venue that evening. Ever since she had asked Alex to withdraw the men who had been constantly watching over her, she had also stopped allowing Eric to drive her everywhere. She knew A
"She left." The words came out calmly, but there was something underneath them that did not escape his grandfather's attention. "She left you?" Alex looked away. "She needs time." Benjamin remained silent. His grandfather had known Alex since he was a child, and he had watched his grandson
The old man chuckled, "You are still the sensible one." Alex ignored the two of them and sat down on the sofa, already taking out his phone again. His grandfather stared at him. "You really intend to work while I'm talking to you?" Alex didn't even look up. "Yes." Benjamin covered his mouth
Alex had been away from Los Angeles for several days, yet the distance had done little to ease the pressure surrounding him. If anything, the situation waiting for him had become more complicated. The headquarters of King Corporation was located in New York City, where the company handled a large
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl







