LOGINAfter 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
After a while the meeting eventually came to an end, but the tension it created did not dissolve. It simply changed form. Instead of a single controlled room, the energy scattered across the mansion. Conversations broke into smaller circles, voices lowered but no less intense. In one corner of t
The meeting didn’t end after the announcement. It carried on, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way no one could ignore. On the surface, everything remained composed. People adjusted themselves, sat up straighter, and slipped back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Polite words like “c
“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







