Mag-log inMeanwhile downstairs, the atmosphere inside the grand ballroom shifted instantly. Luxury vehicles stopped one after another outside the hotel entrance, drawing attention from nearby guests and reporters. Conversations slowly quieted as people turned toward the doors. Then he appeared. Alexander Ki
The moment the suite door clicked shut behind her, Rose’s instincts screamed that something was wrong. Even through the haze clouding her mind, danger wrapped around her like ice. Her breathing turned uneven as she leaned weakly against the wall beside the entrance. The luxurious hotel suite spun
The way Rose subtly gripped the table earlier, the slight instability in her steps now. Nancy’s instincts immediately sharpened as she knew something was not right. Across the ballroom, Beatrice noticed Nancy watching Rose. Her calm expression nearly cracked for a split second. She didn't know why
Meanwhile, Rose’s condition continued worsening. The strange heat spreading through her body became more intense with every passing minute. Her instincts were screaming at her. This was not normal. Her breathing became slightly uneven as another wave of dizziness hit her unexpectedly. Beside her
The next evening arrived quickly. The luxury hotel hosting the event was brilliantly illuminated beneath the city lights. Luxury cars filled the entrance as wealthy guests continued arriving one after another. Inside the grand ballroom, the atmosphere was elegant and lively. Powerful businessm
The 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
Alex sat in the back seat of his car as it glided smoothly through the early traffic, pale morning sunlight washing over the city and turning glass towers into golden pillars. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on his nose—simple, elegant, and unfairly flattering—softening the cold edge of his fe
Thirty minutes later, Luthor drove into the Gray family ancestral mansion. The towering iron gates opened with deliberate slowness, revealing a long, cobblestone driveway that gleamed faintly under the golden dusk. The air held the faint fragrance of wet earth and manicured roses. At first, the gua
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating







