LOGINSilence descended upon the conference room. Rose glanced around the table. “Isn't that strange?” No one answered immediately. They didn't need to. The directors had already begun exchanging looks. Even those who had previously supported William seemed uncertain about how to interpret his rea
Not getting a response from Donna, his smile widened as he glanced around the conference room. "Since we've discussed the matter thoroughly, it's time to vote." He straightened his jacket. "All those in favor of my appointment as the new chairman of Gray Corporation, please raise your hands." Just
His expression hardened. "Does it really matter?" Adrian immediately rose from his seat. "What did you just say?" William ignored him. "Gray Corporation cannot continue operating under outdated leadership forever. The business world is changing, and the company needs someone willing to make diff
William, who had been waiting for this moment, exchanged a brief glance with Victor before rising from his seat. "Before we discuss the other items on the agenda, I believe there's an important matter we need to address." Several shareholders turned toward him. William straightened his jacket an
The 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
“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







