LOGINBefore he could respond, the office door opened. Beatrice walked in hurriedly. The moment she saw him, she asked anxiously, "How was it? Did you find out anything?" William looked up at her. For some reason, seeing Beatrice's anxious face stressed him more. He suddenly remembered the investigati
Rose looked down at the caller ID. William. A playful smile slowly appeared on her lips. "Interesting." Emma immediately understood. "He must be suspicious." "Of course he is." Rose calmly picked up her teacup and took a sip. Then she answered the call. "Father." Her voice was soft and s
Before the day even ended, the scandal exploded. What started as a single article quickly spread across every major social media platform and entertainment news outlet. Videos discussing the incident appeared one after another. Photos of Henry and Sophia inside the hotel circulated endlessly.
Sophia blinked, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes before she slowly recounted the entire incident. "Rose was the one who called and invited me.” She said, Beatrice's eyes widened slightly in shock but she didn't interrupt Sophia and let her continue speaking. Sophia took a deep breat
King Corp Alex stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in his office, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as he gazed at the sprawling city below. The afternoon sun streamed through the glass, but it did little to soften the cold aura surrounding him. Knock. Knock. "Come in." Dere
At the Gray Mansion. The weather was pleasant. The afternoon sun shone warmly over the garden while a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers. Beatrice sat leisurely in her usual spot, sipping tea as she admired the scenery. Everything was peaceful until she was interrupted. "Mada
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
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin







