로그인Beatrice looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected William to speak up for her, especially not after their argument earlier. William rubbed his forehead. "I investigated Henry beforehand. His family background is excellent, his reputation is good and his personality is outstanding. So I didn'
What 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
Once they’d settled, Elliot adjusted his tie and leaned slightly forward. “So, Miss Walker, how can I assist you today? I assume it’s a legal matter?” Rose nodded. “Yes. We’d like to know if it’s possible to reopen a case that was concluded about a few months ago.”Although she already knew it was
The morning sunlight spilled gently through the glass walls of the Manor, scattering soft reflections over the polished marble floors. Rose sat on the edge of her bed, towel wrapped around her head as she stared at her ringing phone. The name flashing across the screen made her sigh — William Gray.
She didn’t waste time browsing aimlessly. Rose had a specific goal in mind. With the help of the attendant, she chose a chic but subtle outfit — something elegant enough to draw respect, but plain enough not to draw unnecessary attention. She added a few accessories, heels, and then paused when some
However, this made the supervisor wonder why Nancy wanted to resign at such a crucial time, wasting the golden opportunity before her. If Nancy made a report about obtaining a highly reputable client such as Rose for the bank’s annual manager summit just as she had planned, she would certainly be re







