MasukNicholas gave her a dry look. "Then tell them I'm your very strict older cousin." Rose laughed. "That will make it worse." "Why?" "Because now they'll think I have a handsome rich cousin who comes to pick me up from school." Nicholas shook his head. "You talk too much." Rose smiled. "You're onl
The weekend passed without any serious events, other than the fact that Rose turned off her cellphone just to avoid any phone calls from anyone, including Alex. Strangely, she wasn't truly angry with him. At least, not because of what he had done in the underworld. What hurt her was that he had kep
The drive away from the warehouse was unusually quiet. Eric kept his attention on the road while Rose sat in the back seat, staring through the window without really seeing anything outside. The city passed by in a blur of lights and buildings, but her mind remained trapped in the warehouse she had
For a moment, neither Rose nor Alex moved. The warehouse remained unnaturally quiet, and even the men inside seemed to understand that whatever had just happened between the two of them was more important than anything else in the room. Alex slowly lowered the gun in his hand and handed it to on
Rose carefully looked inside and what she saw made her breath catch. Alex stood in the middle of a large warehouse, surrounded by numerous men. The atmosphere inside was completely different from the polished world Rose knew. The concrete floor was bare, heavy crates were stacked along one side of
--- The journey took longer than Rose expected. The city gradually disappeared behind them as Eric followed the directions written on the note. Rose remained unusually quiet. She felt a bit nervous because she was heading toward a location someone had deliberately given her because they believ
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
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







