Mag-log in"But think about it carefully. How could Rose disappear so conveniently? And why did Sophia end up in her place if she wasn't invited?" Lucy shook her head. "There are too many coincidences." Grace was so angry that she almost laughed. "So because there are coincidences, you immediately assume Ros
Gray ancestral home had never felt this oppressive before. The spacious hall was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was so tense that even the servants moved carefully, afraid to make the slightest noise. The main branch of the Gray family had gathered. Although no one dared to speak carelessly but
Before he could respond, the office door opened. Beatrice walked in hurriedly. The moment she saw him, she asked anxiously, "How was it? Did you find out anything?" William looked up at her. For some reason, seeing Beatrice's anxious face stressed him more. He suddenly remembered the investigati
Rose looked down at the caller ID. William. A playful smile slowly appeared on her lips. "Interesting." Emma immediately understood. "He must be suspicious." "Of course he is." Rose calmly picked up her teacup and took a sip. Then she answered the call. "Father." Her voice was soft and s
Before the day even ended, the scandal exploded. What started as a single article quickly spread across every major social media platform and entertainment news outlet. Videos discussing the incident appeared one after another. Photos of Henry and Sophia inside the hotel circulated endlessly.
Sophia blinked, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes before she slowly recounted the entire incident. "Rose was the one who called and invited me.” She said, Beatrice's eyes widened slightly in shock but she didn't interrupt Sophia and let her continue speaking. Sophia took a deep breat
Rose’s palm slammed down on the table with a sharp crack. The sound sliced through the room like a whip, startling everyone—Mr. Grant included. “That. Is. Enough.” Her voice was low, trembling not with rage but restraint. Jerry blinked, caught off guard. Then, regaining himself, he leaned forward
Together, they stepped out into the bright afternoon light, but before they reached where the car was parked, Luthor spoke under his breath. “You recognized her, didn’t you?” Rose’s steps didn’t falter. “No.” Luthor gave her a sideways glance. “Really?” “She’s irrelevant,” Rose said, her tone coo
Rose sat quietly as they waited for their order to arrive. The air between the three of them lingered in awkward silence. She leaned back in her seat, her gaze shifting toward Simon, who had his eyes fixed on the table like a kid caught doing something wrong. “So,” Rose began lightly, crossing her
“I need information,” she replied. “I want you to find out everything you can about someone. I can't access this on my own.” The person Rose was referring to was none other than Henry. In her past life, Rose had known very little about him—about who he truly was or the kind of life he had lived be







