LOGINThe atmosphere shifted and the distance between them seemed to disappear little by little. Sophia lowered her eyes, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit. For the first time, the feelings she had hidden for so long no longer felt one-sided. Outside the suite, the hallway remained silen
Meanwhile, outside the suite where Rose and Emma were standing, Rose felt her phone vibrate inside her purse. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A message from Sophia had just arrived. Gremlin: Sister, I'm almost at the hotel suite. Are you there? Rose frowned slightly. She had compl
Her voice returned to its usual calmness. “Then I suppose that's a fair reason.” Only then did the subtle tension around Henry ease slightly. "Reading." She finally answered. "What else?" Henry asked with a smile. "Studying." Henry blinked. "And after that?" Rose tilted her head. "More reading
The meeting was scheduled for early afternoon. A private floor inside one of John's luxury hotels had been reserved exclusively for the occasion. Everything had been arranged carefully. Rose arrived first. She stepped out of the elevator dressed simply yet elegantly, immediately attracting attent
The next morning, Henry sat inside his apartment with an ice pack pressed against the side of his head. The injury he had suffered at the hotel had mostly healed, but the memory remained painfully fresh. Every time he looked in the mirror, he was reminded of what had happened. The failed plan, A
Inside were several names, several plans she had made to change the future waiting for her. Her gaze stopped on one name. Henry. A cold smile slowly appeared on her face. In her previous life, she had never been given the chance to fight back. This time, she intended to give him every opportun
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







