ANMELDENAfter 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
The morning sunlight spilled gently through the glass walls of the Manor, scattering soft reflections over the polished marble floors. Rose sat on the edge of her bed, towel wrapped around her head as she stared at her ringing phone. The name flashing across the screen made her sigh — William Gray.
She didn’t waste time browsing aimlessly. Rose had a specific goal in mind. With the help of the attendant, she chose a chic but subtle outfit — something elegant enough to draw respect, but plain enough not to draw unnecessary attention. She added a few accessories, heels, and then paused when some
However, this made the supervisor wonder why Nancy wanted to resign at such a crucial time, wasting the golden opportunity before her. If Nancy made a report about obtaining a highly reputable client such as Rose for the bank’s annual manager summit just as she had planned, she would certainly be re
After a moment’s pause, Rose turned to Nancy. "You remember that list of companies you prepared for me to make a selection from? You can spend as much more as you can to invest in all of them," Rose instructed casually, and began scrolling through her phone as if she hadn’t just mentioned an astrono







