Mag-log inWhat kind of mother are you, Beatrice?" Grace suddenly stood up, unable to hold back her anger any longer. "How can you make Rose feel guilty for something she didn't do?" She asked as her sharp gaze landed on Beatrice before she continued. "If Rose is supposed to protect Sophia, then who is suppo
Donna’s expression remained unreadable as she sat at the head of the long ancestral table. The atmosphere inside the Gray family home had grown heavy and tight enough to suffocate. To the extent everyone could feel it. Beatrice had already thrown her accusations. Rose had calmly defended herself.
"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
Since Luthor wasn’t around, Rose had no choice but to drive herself. As she settled behind the steering wheel, fastening her seatbelt, a quiet thought crossed her mind. Luthor wouldn’t always be available. His father’s case would eventually be resolved, and when that happened, she had no intention o
That was when a man approached her, interrupting her peaceful moment. “You must be Chairman Gray’s daughter,” he said with a smile. Rose looked up slightly, surprised. “Yes,” she replied politely. “I’m Miles Kent,” he introduced. “The oldest son of the hosts.” Rose inclined her head respectf
Well,” he said slowly, rolling his jaw as he straightened. “That’s new.” His companions burst into uneasy laughter, some glancing around as patrons stared in shock. Amelia’s heart dropped. “You’ve got spirit,” he continued, smiling. “I like that.” “I don’t care what you like,” Amelia said, b
Before Rose left the study, Frank stopped her once more. “Since you’re going to meet Mason Kent,” he said calmly, “there are a few things you should keep in mind.” Rose straightened slightly, giving him her full attention. “Mr. Kent is ambitious, but he’s cautious,” Frank continued. “He listen







