Mag-log inThe way Rose subtly gripped the table earlier, the slight instability in her steps now. Nancy’s instincts immediately sharpened as she knew something was not right. Across the ballroom, Beatrice noticed Nancy watching Rose. Her calm expression nearly cracked for a split second. She didn't know why
Meanwhile, Rose’s condition continued worsening. The strange heat spreading through her body became more intense with every passing minute. Her instincts were screaming at her. This was not normal. Her breathing became slightly uneven as another wave of dizziness hit her unexpectedly. Beside her
The next evening arrived quickly. The luxury hotel hosting the event was brilliantly illuminated beneath the city lights. Luxury cars filled the entrance as wealthy guests continued arriving one after another. Inside the grand ballroom, the atmosphere was elegant and lively. Powerful businessm
The 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
The sharp ring of the school bell echoed across the campus, signaling the end of the day. Students poured out in clusters, voices overlapping in excitement, complaints, and exhaustion. Amid the crowd, Rose walked out at an unhurried pace, Sandra and Kehlani flanking her on either side. “That exam
The next day after her national exam, Rose left school without lingering. Luthor hadn’t been able to drive her that morning—he had matters to attend to at his mother’s restaurant—so Rose had taken the wheel herself. The drive home was smooth, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the r
But the moment she and Luthor turned to leave, Branson’s guards blocked the exit. Rose’s eyes sharpened instantly. Luthor glanced at Branson. “Really?” he asked in disbelief. Branson’s expression darkened. “I don’t handle rejection well. It irritates me. If I can’t obtain what I want… I’d rath
The next morning, the dining room was unusually quiet. Sunlight filtered in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the long table as Rose adjusted her jacket. Across from her, Luthor set down his coffee and began giving her a brief but precise rundown of everything he had handled at Pe







