เข้าสู่ระบบHe paused before adding sincerely, "If anyone deserves to give an apology...It's us." Rose immediately shook her head, forgetting that Luthor couldn't possibly see her. "No. Don't ever say that." There was complete sincerity in her voice. Everything she had done for Luthor's family had been fr
Later that night, after finishing the last of the documents on her desk, Rose reached for the schedule Nancy had personally prepared for the following day. She quietly scanned each appointment one after another, her expression remaining calm until her eyes landed on one particular section. She car
The following morning, Rose arrived at Pegasus Corporation a few minutes before nine o'clock. As always, her timing was impeccable. Dressed in an elegant business suit that perfectly complemented her graceful yet commanding aura, she and Emma stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor with
Rose's cheeks remained warm from the attention they had attracted. She glanced around the ballroom, only to find countless pairs of eyes still secretly watching them. Unable to bear it any longer, she gently nudged Alex's arm. "Alex..." "Hm?" "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice ba
The charity gala had already become the talk of high society long before it ended. Ever since Donna publicly introduced her as her representative, people had been paying attention to her every move. And the more they watched her, the harder it became to look away. At the center of the grand ballro
The night of the Sterling Charity Gala arrived sooner than Rose expected. Glassrose Manor was unusually lively. Emma had been running around since the afternoon while several stylists fussed over Rose. "No, no. The earrings should be the diamond ones." Emma frowned at the jewelry tray before quic
“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







