MasukAfter hearing his explanation, Beatrice calmed down for a moment. " But that doesn't change anything. I know you are now seeing your eldest daughter as an asset, William." She finally replied. “No, you're been mistaken, Beatrice. Rose is indeed an asset to me because of the fortune we are going to
Beatrice spent the entire next day in a terrible mood. No matter where she went inside the mansion, Rose’s name followed her like an invisible shadow. While passing through the main hallway earlier that morning, she overheard two servants whispering softly near the staircase. “Young Miss Rose is
Back at the Gray Mansion. The atmosphere inside Beatrice’s private sitting room was suffocatingly tense. The moment the doors closed behind them, Victor violently loosened the tie around his neck before throwing himself onto the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. “This is ridiculous.” His v
Rose stepped out into the west wing corridor, the polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above. “Impressive.” The voice came from behind her, smooth, controlled, and laced with something sharp enough to cut which made Rose stop. She didn’t turn immediately. Instead, sh
After a while the meeting eventually came to an end, but the tension it created did not dissolve. It simply changed form. Instead of a single controlled room, the energy scattered across the mansion. Conversations broke into smaller circles, voices lowered but no less intense. In one corner of t
The meeting didn’t end after the announcement. It carried on, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way no one could ignore. On the surface, everything remained composed. People adjusted themselves, sat up straighter, and slipped back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Polite words like “c
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin
Luthor’s head snapped toward Rose. “Rose,” he warned quietly, but one look from her silenced him. He sighed under his breath. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, half in disbelief, half in admiration. Evelyn froze mid-step, her expression hardened as she turned to look at Rose. “Excuse me? That’s not
The tension that lingered after the heated exchange between Rose and Jerry was sharp enough to cut through the polished air. For a brief moment, silence reigned—heavy, uncomfortable, and taut. Mr. Grant, sensing the atmosphere slipping beyond professional bounds, raised his hand calmly. “That’s eno
The next morning, the air was still, serene—until Paige drew open the thick velvet curtains in Rose’s room. The sudden flood of sunlight made Rose groan as she buried her face into the pillow. “Auntie……” she mumbled in a sleepy voice, “why must you always do this?” “Because our lazy young miss w







