Mag-log inKing Corporation, Alex was seated behind his desk with several documents spread out in front of him. However, he wasn't exactly focused on them. His eyes moved over the pages, but he barely absorbed anything written on them. Every few minutes, his gaze would drift toward the phone sitting beside
Amelia's expression brightened at first, but the excitement quickly faded into uncertainty. "Rose..." "Yes?" "Are you sure I should do it?" She asked. Rose glanced at her, confused. "Why wouldn't you?" Amelia hesitated. "I'm still a trainee." She looked down at her hands. “If you ask Lon
After they finished discussing the plans for the opening ceremony, Rose remained seated for a while as she thought about something else. "Aunt Theresa." "Hmm?" "What do you think about us holding a fashion show?" Theresa looked at her in confusion. "A fashion show?" Rose nodded. "Yes." The
When Rose knocked on Theresa's office door, a voice immediately came from inside. "Come in." Rose opened the door and walked inside. Theresa was buried in work behind her desk, completely engrossed in the documents in front of her. She didn't even bother raising her head to see who had entered, as
Amelia came out of the dressing room wearing the outfit Rose had chosen and stood in front of her. Rose tilted her head slightly as she examined her. "Not bad, but I think the other one suits you better." Amelia nodded and went back to change. After trying on several more outfits, Amelia finally
When Rose returned to Pegasus Corporation, she was in a slightly bad mood. She couldn't seem to take her mind off what had just happened, so she decided to bury herself in work instead. The moment she entered her office, she called Emma and Selena over. "Bring me all the work I postponed last week.
The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the engine filling the car as Rose leaned back in her seat, one hand on the steering wheel. The city lights passed by in streaks, fading into the quiet stretch of the road that led toward her mansion. Dinner with Nancy had been unexpectedly refreshing,
The silence of William’s office was broken with a sharp bang as the door flew open. Papers fluttered from his desk with the sudden gust, and William’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Sorry sir, I tried to stop him—” his secretary stumbled in, flustered, clutching a folder tightly in
The clink of cutlery and hushed voices lingered even after Rose excused herself from the table. She rose gracefully, gave a polite nod toward her father, and ascended the stairs without looking back, leaving the rest of the family behind. As soon as the sound of her footsteps was no longer heard, B
Upstairs, Rose walked into the master suite—and paused. The room was vast yet soothing, filled with calm tones of deep gray, muted blues, and soft cream. No garish brightness, no harsh light—only a serene elegance that mirrored her own personality. To the left, tall glass doors led into a walk-i







