Se connecterRose followed the maid downstairs in silence, her thoughts still occupied by the unexpected request from William. Neither of them noticed another pair of eyes watching from the second-floor corridor. The moment Rose disappeared downstairs, the corners of Sophia's lips slowly lifted into a faint smi
By the time the pain in her head had gradually subsided, the sky outside had already darkened. Rose remained seated inside her car for several more minutes to regain control of her emotions. Her eyes were still red from crying, but her breathing had finally steadied. She reached into the passenger
The drive back to Pegasus Corporation should have taken less than an hour, however, Rose had mistakenly taken a different route. She held the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles gradually turned pale as Nicholas's words echoed over and over inside her mind. Her mother was poisoned. Never,
The following afternoon, Rose had barely finished reviewing the first batch of files in her office when the phone resting on her desk suddenly vibrated. She casually glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Nicholas. A faint smile immediately appeared on her lips before she reached for the phone an
Nancy placed another document on the desk. "At this pace, we'll continue increasing our influence." Rose nodded thoughtfully before closing the report in her hands. "It still isn't enough." Nancy immediately understood what she meant. "You want your father's seat, Little Rose. " Rose's gaze remai
Nearly a week passed in a blink of an eye and life had gradually settled into a comfortable and familiar routine before any other realized it. Rose divided her days between overseeing Pegasus Corporation, and quietly spending time with Alex whenever their busy schedules allowed. Both of them carrie
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







