Mag-log inHe 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
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a modern, stylish building with neon accents and a sleek black-and-gold sign that read The Luxe Lounge. It had a mix of a high-end arcade, a private club, and a casual dining area—clearly designed for the elite high school crowd looking for entertainment.
After finishing their meal at the restaurant, Rose had assumed that the incident with Margaret would prompt Karen to cut their day short. But she quickly realized how wrong she was. Despite Rose’s gentle protests and tired attempts at persuasion, Karen was unrelenting—dragging her from one boutique
Morning light streamed through the large windows of Rose’s room as Paige moved around with an air of practiced efficiency, carefully folding the last of Rose’s clothes. Although her expression remained neutral, there was a barely concealed sense of relief in her movements—relief that Rose was finall
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it







