LOGIN"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
The servants moved quickly, taking bags and coats, while the family made their way inside the sprawling mansion. The interior hadn’t changed in decades—gold-trimmed walls, oil portraits of ancestors long gone, and the faint scent of old mahogany. Despite its grandeur, the tension hanging in the air
After several more minutes of bickering with Pamela — which consisted mostly of Pamela scolding while Donna grumbled under her breath like an irritated cat — Donna finally shifted her gaze to Rose. Her sharp eyes softened only by a fraction, but Rose noticed it. “Child, sit closer to me.” Donna
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







