LOGINBeatrice looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected William to speak up for her, especially not after their argument earlier. William rubbed his forehead. "I investigated Henry beforehand. His family background is excellent, his reputation is good and his personality is outstanding. So I didn'
What kind of mother are you, Beatrice?" Grace suddenly stood up, unable to hold back her anger any longer. "How can you make Rose feel guilty for something she didn't do?" She asked as her sharp gaze landed on Beatrice before she continued. "If Rose is supposed to protect Sophia, then who is suppo
Donna’s expression remained unreadable as she sat at the head of the long ancestral table. The atmosphere inside the Gray family home had grown heavy and tight enough to suffocate. To the extent everyone could feel it. Beatrice had already thrown her accusations. Rose had calmly defended herself.
"But think about it carefully. How could Rose disappear so conveniently? And why did Sophia end up in her place if she wasn't invited?" Lucy shook her head. "There are too many coincidences." Grace was so angry that she almost laughed. "So because there are coincidences, you immediately assume Ros
Gray ancestral home had never felt this oppressive before. The spacious hall was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was so tense that even the servants moved carefully, afraid to make the slightest noise. The main branch of the Gray family had gathered. Although no one dared to speak carelessly but
Before 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
DING! As the secretary was still contemplating whether to follow her boss’s orders or allow Bradley to enter the office against those instructions, the sudden chime of the elevator doors opening drew everyone’s attention. The unexpected arrival of the hotel director saved her from her dilemma.
John's smile instantly transformed as soon as Bradley left his office. He shifted his gaze to the hotel director, who had been quietly standing in the room, listening to all the conversations. John tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, crushing it into shards, which made the hotel director
Nancy smirked. “I considered it. But I figured you should earn your celebration “Earn it? By tackling this mountain of papers?” Rose raised his eyebrows. “Yes,” Nancy replied calmly. “And no, I won’t hand it all over just because you arrived.” Luthor cleared his throat. “Don’t underestimate he
Luthor’s eyes were fixed on the road as he drove, his grip on the steering wheel steady but tense. The dim glow of the dashboard lights reflected faintly against his sharp features. In the back seat, Amelia stirred, shifting uncomfortably as a low groan escaped her lips. “Urgh…” Amelia groaned, lif







