เข้าสู่ระบบThe 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?"
When Rose stepped out with Luthor behind her, the sight that met her eyes stopped her in her tracks. There, in the open hallway, Jerry was gripping a woman by the wrist — a woman whose face twisted in pain as she tried to pry herself free. The young woman’s eyes blazed with fury and humiliation, bu
Back inside Mr. Grant’s office, the tension still lingered like smoke after a storm. Though Jerry had left moments ago, the air hadn’t cleared; if anything, it felt heavier. Mr. Grant sat behind his desk, fingers steepled as he tried to maintain his professional calm. Across from him sat Rose, her e
The afternoon sun was beginning to dip, painting the road in a faint golden hue as Rose steered her car toward Simon’s school. The drive wasn’t long, but her thoughts were far ahead of her. Initially, she had planned to visit Luthor, but something kept tugging at her mind — Simon. Ever since their
Silence pressed between Rose and Luthor like a physical weight after her response. The polished steel walls reflected their faces — Luthor’s calm but watchful, and Rose’s unreadable, her jaw tight and eyes still shadowed with irritation. Luthor had been tempted to speak more than once, sensing the







