Mag-log inThe 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
The pressure piled on Reginald from all sides, his father’s glare, Steve’s smug silence, the partners’ eager suggestions, the committee’s hopeful stares. He had no way out. He had to tell them. Reginald inhaled slowly. “We can't reach out to Apex for assistance.” He said. “What do you mean by th
The reaction was immediate. Chairs scraped. Someone gasped. Reginald’s jaw dropped. Harold’s face was drained of color. The partners exchanged horrified glances, whispering harshly among themselves. “Evelyn?” Harold repeated, as if he hadn’t heard correctly. “Evelyn… Ashmore?” Even saying her nam
The moment the last member of the Ashmore Legal team stepped out, Evelyn exhaled quietly, her posture straightening with renewed professionalism. She turned toward them with a polite smile. “You may all return to the firm. I still have a few private matters to discuss with Chairwoman Rose.” They no
Everyone in the room was silently panicking. The tension was thick enough to choke on, yet no one dared say a word. The partners exchanged nervous glances, the committee whispered among themselves, and Reginald sat stiffly at the head of the table, trying to appear calm while his fingers trembled be







