Mag-log inDonna’s expression remained unreadable as she sat at the head of the long ancestral table. The atmosphere inside the Gray family home had grown heavy and tight enough to suffocate. To the extent everyone could feel it. Beatrice had already thrown her accusations. Rose had calmly defended herself.
"But think about it carefully. How could Rose disappear so conveniently? And why did Sophia end up in her place if she wasn't invited?" Lucy shook her head. "There are too many coincidences." Grace was so angry that she almost laughed. "So because there are coincidences, you immediately assume Ros
Gray ancestral home had never felt this oppressive before. The spacious hall was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was so tense that even the servants moved carefully, afraid to make the slightest noise. The main branch of the Gray family had gathered. Although no one dared to speak carelessly but
Before he could respond, the office door opened. Beatrice walked in hurriedly. The moment she saw him, she asked anxiously, "How was it? Did you find out anything?" William looked up at her. For some reason, seeing Beatrice's anxious face stressed him more. He suddenly remembered the investigati
Rose looked down at the caller ID. William. A playful smile slowly appeared on her lips. "Interesting." Emma immediately understood. "He must be suspicious." "Of course he is." Rose calmly picked up her teacup and took a sip. Then she answered the call. "Father." Her voice was soft and s
Before the day even ended, the scandal exploded. What started as a single article quickly spread across every major social media platform and entertainment news outlet. Videos discussing the incident appeared one after another. Photos of Henry and Sophia inside the hotel circulated endlessly.
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
But just as the salesman prepared to elaborate, something else caught Rose’s attention — a gleaming reflection from the far end of the showroom. The lighting there was brighter, highlighting a car that looked more like a sculpture than a machine. Her steps slowed. “What’s that?” she asked, her tone
Even though she was about to lose her mind, she quickly calmed down. “Simon, I know what I'm asking you to do might be slightly difficult…” Rose paused as she looked at Simon who raised his brow at her when she said ‘slightly’. He has the expression of ‘are you kidding me’ on his face but Rose chose







