MasukThe moment Rose disappeared into the elevator, the last restraint in Alex’s expression vanished completely and his expression darkened immediately. Several photographers and paparazzi members were suspiciously gathered near the hallway corners. Some pretended to casually stand beside decorative pil
Meanwhile 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
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
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly







