LOGINEven though she was about to lose her mind, she quickly calmed down. “Simon, I know what I'm asking you to do might be slightly difficult…” Rose paused as she looked at Simon who raised his brow at her when she said ‘slightly’. He has the expression of ‘are you kidding me’ on his face but Rose chose
“I need information,” she replied. “I want you to find out everything you can about someone. I can't access this on my own.” The person Rose was referring to was none other than Henry. In her past life, Rose had known very little about him—about who he truly was or the kind of life he had lived be
Rose sat quietly as they waited for their order to arrive. The air between the three of them lingered in awkward silence. She leaned back in her seat, her gaze shifting toward Simon, who had his eyes fixed on the table like a kid caught doing something wrong. “So,” Rose began lightly, crossing her
“What are you doing here? And where’s my brother?” Rose arched her brow. “I should be the one asking you that. Where is your brother, Simon? I’ve been trying to find him.” Simon folded his arms, skeptical. “If you really wanted to find him, you’d know exactly where to go. Don’t tell me you came al
The afternoon sun was beginning to dip, painting the road in a faint golden hue as Rose steered her car toward Simon’s school. The drive wasn’t long, but her thoughts were far ahead of her. Initially, she had planned to visit Luthor, but something kept tugging at her mind — Simon. Ever since their
But just as the salesman prepared to elaborate, something else caught Rose’s attention — a gleaming reflection from the far end of the showroom. The lighting there was brighter, highlighting a car that looked more like a sculpture than a machine. Her steps slowed. “What’s that?” she asked, her tone







