Mag-log inVincent leaned back again, completely unconcerned. " Beatrice, you know how dangerous it would be if the Anderson family or the Gray Matriarch finds out about this. So we have to act fast because I'm sure she is also onto something as we speak which is precisely why she shouldn't be around long enou
"You don't understand." "I understand perfectly." Vincent remained completely calm and composed. "Rose isn't just some ordinary girl anymore. I always thought I had that girl under my control, but she managed to slip away, and now she's connected to the Anderson family. She is also..." "She's
The following afternoon, Beatrice arrived at the meeting place alone. She had deliberately chosen somewhere far from the main wealthy districts so that she wouldn't encounter anyone she knew, because the last thing she needed was for someone from her social circle to recognize her speaking to a man
But now, Rose had obtained information that could lead directly back to her. And worse, she had someone helping her. "How much did that brat knows?" Beatrice asked. "I don't know." Sophia shook her head. "I didn't have time to read everything. I only took pictures of the screens." Beatrice's expr
Rose watched her disappear into the distance. A faint crease appeared between her brows. "...Strange." Somehow, Sophia's behavior felt forced. As if she had been startled by something. Rose remained standing in the hallway for another moment, before finally opening her bedroom door and the room gr
Rose followed the maid downstairs in silence, her thoughts still occupied by the unexpected request from William. Neither of them noticed another pair of eyes watching from the second-floor corridor. The moment Rose disappeared downstairs, the corners of Sophia's lips slowly lifted into a faint smi
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







