LOGINDonna Gray sat on her hospital bed, listening as her doctor reviewed the results of her routine medical examination. At her age, regular checkups were necessary, but she had never been one to prioritize her health because she disliked hospitals. The unfamiliar smells, the constant footsteps in the
Rose watched her leave before turning back to the papers spread across her desk. She had barely settled into her chair behind her desk when her phone rang. The moment she saw Alex's name on the screen, her expression brightened and she quickly answered without hesitation. "Hello?" "Are you settl
Rose's expression remained unchanged. "And the Matriarch?" "Her forty shares remained untouched, but her ownership fell from forty percent to twenty percent. The same dilution affected every other shareholder who didn't acquire additional shares." Nancy slid the revised shareholding report across
Nancy was reviewing a financial report when Emma entered with another stack of documents. "These are the reports you requested, ma." Emma said, placing them on the desk. Since Rose was not around, Emma had been working directly for Nancy. Nancy nodded. "Leave them there. I'll review them after th
By the time Alex brought Rose back to King Mansion, the sun had already begun to set. Rose had enjoyed their day together, but the moment she returned to her room, her attention shifted to the matters waiting for her in Los Angeles. Earlier before they got back home, Rose had asked Alex permissi
The unexpected acknowledgment made Hayden pause. He had expected another cold exchange, not gratitude. After a moment, he nodded. "Just don't give me a reason to regret letting her go with you." Alex's lips curved faintly. "I wouldn't recommend it." "Alex," Rose warned, giving his arm a gentle
“I gave them your contact details,” Rose said plainly. “If they decide to discuss anything regarding investments of the project and accept my request, they’ll likely reach out to you directly.” There was a brief pause on the line before Nancy sighed—then laughed. “You’re moving fast, Rose. How are
After excusing herself, Rose confidently approached the same server who had brought her juice earlier. She smiled politely and stopped him. “Excuse me,” she said softly but clearly. “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” The server, a young man with a polite but reserved demeanor, paused
The next morning, Rose arrived at school as usual, her expression calm and unreadable as she stepped out of the car. The campus ground buzzed with the familiar noise of students chatting, laughing, and rushing to their classes, but something about the atmosphere felt slightly tense—as if an undercur
Rose never actually went anywhere near the restroom. The excuse had only been a convenient way to slip out of the circle of men without drawing attention. Lingering around them any longer would have been pointless, she had already achieved what she came for. Listening to extended discussions about







