MasukRose folded her arms loosely across her chest and looked at Cassandra as though she genuinely didn't understand what there was to be afraid of. “Should I be?” “Most people are,” Cassandra replied with a small chuckle. Rose simply looked at her for a moment before answering honestly. “I don’t kn
Meanwhile Cassandra Black had heard about Rose long before she actually met her. At first, it had been nothing more than casual gossip from the servants. Rose had become a subject of conversation in Hayden's mansion and surprisingly the Black ancestral mansion mostly because nobody knew much about
After everything that happened at Black PMC, Hayden found himself paying more attention to Rose, although he couldn't quite explain when that shift had happened. But he knew it wasn't because of what she had done in the boardroom rather it was her reaction afterward. Despite becoming the subject
Even John's men lowered their gazes because they knew Alex was right. The rules of the underworld had been established by the one who held its highest authority, and now that Alex was the King of the Underworld, he had the authority to change those rules whenever he deemed it necessary. If Alex wan
The Brown mansion's massive gates were guarded day and night, while armed men were stationed throughout the property. No outsider could enter the grounds without permission from the Brown family. That was the rule. At least, it had been until today. Several black vehicles stopped outside the main
They remained silent, too frightened to speak and too stubborn to give up the information they had been ordered to protect. Alex's expression didn't change. “Continue.” His men immediately stepped forward. The remaining prisoners realized that the interrogation was far from over and that their sile
“I gave them your contact details,” Rose said plainly. “If they decide to discuss anything regarding investments of the project and accept my request, they’ll likely reach out to you directly.” There was a brief pause on the line before Nancy sighed—then laughed. “You’re moving fast, Rose. How are
After excusing herself, Rose confidently approached the same server who had brought her juice earlier. She smiled politely and stopped him. “Excuse me,” she said softly but clearly. “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” The server, a young man with a polite but reserved demeanor, paused
The next morning, Rose arrived at school as usual, her expression calm and unreadable as she stepped out of the car. The campus ground buzzed with the familiar noise of students chatting, laughing, and rushing to their classes, but something about the atmosphere felt slightly tense—as if an undercur
Rose never actually went anywhere near the restroom. The excuse had only been a convenient way to slip out of the circle of men without drawing attention. Lingering around them any longer would have been pointless, she had already achieved what she came for. Listening to extended discussions about







