LOGINThe 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
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl







