MasukBeatrice 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
Back inside Mr. Grant’s office, the tension still lingered like smoke after a storm. Though Jerry had left moments ago, the air hadn’t cleared; if anything, it felt heavier. Mr. Grant sat behind his desk, fingers steepled as he tried to maintain his professional calm. Across from him sat Rose, her e
The afternoon sun was beginning to dip, painting the road in a faint golden hue as Rose steered her car toward Simon’s school. The drive wasn’t long, but her thoughts were far ahead of her. Initially, she had planned to visit Luthor, but something kept tugging at her mind — Simon. Ever since their
Silence pressed between Rose and Luthor like a physical weight after her response. The polished steel walls reflected their faces — Luthor’s calm but watchful, and Rose’s unreadable, her jaw tight and eyes still shadowed with irritation. Luthor had been tempted to speak more than once, sensing the
Although as a blood member of the Ashmore family, Evelyn holds no real status in the firm. She works as a regular lawyer with no acknowledgment of her lineage, and most employees remain unaware that she is part of the family at all. Her quiet competence is buried beneath the family’s politics and fa







