MasukThe day of the annual shareholders' meeting had finally arrived. At Gray Corporation's headquarters, the conference room was being prepared for what many believed would be a routine meeting. The shareholders and directors had gathered to discuss the company's future, but for William Gray, the occa
"Of course." Rose nodded. "Why are you so determined to stop your father from taking control of Gray Corporation?" Rose's expression remained composed at his question. " Why do you want to know?” She asked. Ethan noticed the look on her face but shrugged casually. "William Gray is your fathe
The art gallery was already bustling with guests when Rose arrived the following evening. Soft music filled the elegant hall, where paintings of different styles and sizes adorned the walls. Businessmen, art collectors, and influential figures moved between the displays, admiring the artwork while
By the time Rose arrived at the penthouse suite Alex had arranged for her in one of France’s most prestigious hotels, night had already fallen. After a long flight and an unsuccessful meeting with Ethan, all she wanted was to take a shower and rest. She had barely settled onto the sofa when her pho
Ethan's expression hardened "Excuse me?" Rose had reached the limit of her patience. "You heard me. You're sitting here running a successful company, yet you're acting as though returning to Gray Corporation would ruin your life. You built an empire of your own, so I know you're capable of handling
Rose blinked at his quick response. Ethan reached for the cup of coffee his assistant had left on the desk. "I appreciate you coming all this way to speak with me, but I'm not interested in Gray Corporation." "You haven't even considered it." "I don't need to because I left that company and the
“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







