MasukThe room on Henry’s side became quiet. Then Beatrice explained everything slowly. The plan was to drug Rose, take her upstairs to one of the hotel suites, and create compromising evidence either photos and videos. That would be enough to completely destroy her reputation in elite society. The
A few days had passed since Donna’s announcement. That afternoon, Rose had just finished reviewing some documents in her room when her phone rang. William. She stared at the screen for a second before answering. “Helo, father.” William sounded unusually relaxed on the other end. “Rose, there
After 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
Instantly, the temperature in the room dropped. The casual calm that had filled the office moments ago vanished. It wasn’t dramatic—no sudden movement, no visible outburst. But Derek felt it instantly, the chilling pressure that made his spine stiffen instinctively. It was like walking into a refr
The Byers Mansion The shrill ringing of a telephone echoed relentlessly through the study, urging the man in a gray suit to pick it up. “Hello, who is this?” he asked in an indifferent tone. “Good evening, sir. I’m a nurse calling from St. Aurelius Medical Center. Is this the Byers residence?”
“You shouldn't be shocked, this is just my first act of showing my sincerity towards you and slowly gaining your trust," John explained to Luthor with a broad smile before he took a quick glance at the hotel director. "I'm also trying to make some of my slow-witted employees realize how important yo
The next day arrived quietly. Rose stepped out of the car just as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the gates of the mansion in soft gold. School had been uneventful, a series of lectures, notes, hushed conversations of the sudden National exam new—but her mind had been elsewhere







