เข้าสู่ระบบThe entire table instinctively turned toward the source of the voice which was none other than Alex who had decided to intervene. He turned to look at Chris calmly. "If anything happens, I'll take responsibility." Silence immediately settled over the table. Christopher stared at him blankly.
Rose puffed her cheeks slightly in dissatisfaction. "So what? I know talent when I see it." She actually knows a few things that would happen in the future relating to the entertainment industry. Christopher raised an eyebrow with obvious amusement. "Oh? You do?" Rose nodded confidently. "I do.
Rose and Nicholas returned to the seating area side by side, their expressions noticeably lighter than when they had stepped out onto the balcony. Whatever conversation had taken place between the cousins seemed to have eased the lingering tension, and the calm smiles on their faces made it obvious
Rose felt her heart tighten ever so slightly. She couldn't help wondering whether he was angry. "Brother Nick……." Nicholas suddenly interrupted her gently before she could continue. "I'm not angry. I'm worried." His honest answer caught her completely off guard. "Worried?" Rose looked at him in s
The cool night breeze drifted gently across the spacious balcony, carrying with it the refreshing scent of the nearby lake and gardens. Compared to the lively music, cheerful laughter, and endless conversations filling the grand ballroom, the atmosphere here was peaceful and almost serene. The soun
But his friends noticed, even Nicholas quietly observed the subtle exchange without saying a word. Benjamin smiled inwardly. Alex wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Rose, on the other hand, deliberately avoided meeting Alex's eyes for too long. She knew perfectly well that countless people thro
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
Rose stepped out of the car and glanced up at the towering glass building of Ashmore Legal Groups. The structure exuded quiet dominance — marble steps leading to bronze-framed doors, mirrored windows catching sunlight like a blade. Her ginger colored hair fell neatly past her shoulders, soft curl
“Is that everything you’ll be purchasing, ma’am? I’d like to go and prepare all the necessary documents,” the salesman asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly from both excitement and nerves. He was desperate to finalize the deal and secure his commission. “No,” Rose replied calmly, turnin







