Mag-log inAfter hearing his explanation, Beatrice calmed down for a moment. " But that doesn't change anything. I know you are now seeing your eldest daughter as an asset, William." She finally replied. “No, you're been mistaken, Beatrice. Rose is indeed an asset to me because of the fortune we are going to
Beatrice spent the entire next day in a terrible mood. No matter where she went inside the mansion, Rose’s name followed her like an invisible shadow. While passing through the main hallway earlier that morning, she overheard two servants whispering softly near the staircase. “Young Miss Rose is
Back at the Gray Mansion. The atmosphere inside Beatrice’s private sitting room was suffocatingly tense. The moment the doors closed behind them, Victor violently loosened the tie around his neck before throwing himself onto the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. “This is ridiculous.” His v
Rose stepped out into the west wing corridor, the polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers above. “Impressive.” The voice came from behind her, smooth, controlled, and laced with something sharp enough to cut which made Rose stop. She didn’t turn immediately. Instead, sh
After a while the meeting eventually came to an end, but the tension it created did not dissolve. It simply changed form. Instead of a single controlled room, the energy scattered across the mansion. Conversations broke into smaller circles, voices lowered but no less intense. In one corner of t
The meeting didn’t end after the announcement. It carried on, but the atmosphere had shifted in a way no one could ignore. On the surface, everything remained composed. People adjusted themselves, sat up straighter, and slipped back into their seats as if nothing had happened. Polite words like “c
A few minutes later The atmosphere in the headmistress’s office was thick with tension as the assistant returned, opening the door politely. All heads turned when Rose stepped in with her usual calm, her gaze sweeping over the room. She recognized everyone present—Teacher Price with a smug tilt of
The soft whoosh of the automatic doors opening greeted Rose as she strolled into the grand lobby of Elite Bank. The tall ceilings, polished marble floors, and minimalist decor all whispered wealth and exclusivity. Rose, still dressed in her school uniform, walked confidently through the lobby, noddi
******* Back at the Gray mansion, chaos had erupted in Sophia’s wing. Her enraged screams echoed through the halls as objects clattered, shattered, and smashed against the walls and floor. Anything within her reach met a violent end. Her mind, overwhelmed with fury, replayed her humiliation at the
For a few more moments, they sipped their drinks in companionable silence. Rose’s phone buzzed quietly in her bag, but she ignored it. "By the way," Nancy added, changing the subject, "your financial reports were all approved. No issues at all. And your overseas transfer to the second property went







