Mag-log inThe 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
... Meanwhile, Inside King Corporation, another conversation was taking place. Derek stood in front of Alex's desk wearing an expression that could only be described as troubled. Alex, on the other hand, calmly continued signing documents as though nothing unusual was happening. Without look
Nancy walked over before taking the seat opposite Rose and placing the tablet on the desk between them. She folded her arms with a playful expression. "You've been avoiding me." Rose blinked innocently. "I've been busy." Nancy laughed. "I know." It was obvious she was enjoying this. At least, she
The Anderson family's grand banquet had come to an end. Rose was unable to return back to Glassrose Manor that night so she stayed at the Anderson Estate in her own personal mansion that both Frank and Anne had built for her and gave to her as a gift that night as well. By the following morning,
“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







