MasukThe room on Henry’s side became quiet. Then Beatrice explained everything slowly. The plan was to drug Rose, take her upstairs to one of the hotel suites, and create compromising evidence either photos and videos. That would be enough to completely destroy her reputation in elite society. The
A few days had passed since Donna’s announcement. That afternoon, Rose had just finished reviewing some documents in her room when her phone rang. William. She stared at the screen for a second before answering. “Helo, father.” William sounded unusually relaxed on the other end. “Rose, there
After hearing his explanation, Beatrice calmed down for a moment. " But that doesn't change anything. I know you are now seeing your eldest daughter as an asset, William." She finally replied. “No, you're been mistaken, Beatrice. Rose is indeed an asset to me because of the fortune we are going to
Beatrice spent the entire next day in a terrible mood. No matter where she went inside the mansion, Rose’s name followed her like an invisible shadow. While passing through the main hallway earlier that morning, she overheard two servants whispering softly near the staircase. “Young Miss Rose is
Back at the Gray Mansion. The atmosphere inside Beatrice’s private sitting room was suffocatingly tense. The moment the doors closed behind them, Victor violently loosened the tie around his neck before throwing himself onto the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. “This is ridiculous.” His v
Rose stepped out into the west wing corridor, the polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above. “Impressive.” The voice came from behind her, smooth, controlled, and laced with something sharp enough to cut which made Rose stop. She didn’t turn immediately. Instead, sh
When they reached the top floor—the executive level where the Chairman’s office was located—Gregory pushed the door open with respectful precision. Rose entered first, her gaze sweeping across the spacious, immaculate office. Most of the décor still reflected the previous Chairman’s taste, yet she i
At Ashmore Legal Groups, morning broke like a slap to the face. The partners were gathered in the glass conference room overlooking downtown—an intimidating space ordinarily filled with confident voices, sharp debate, and unshakeable certainty. But today, tension wrapped around them like a constric
On the drive back to Glassrose Mansion, Rose leaned her head against the car window, quietly watching the city lights slide past. Her posture was relaxed, but Luthor caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and knew better—she was exhausted, even if she refused to show it. Rose, meanwhile, was
Gregory arrived at the meeting room well before Rose. As she had instructed, he greeted Evelyn and the Ashmore Legal team with calm professionalism and informed them that the Chairwoman would be attending personally. “Please wait a moment. The Chairwoman will begin the meeting shortly,” he said wit







