MasukBack 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 days later after the kidnapping incident, everything went back to normal. Rose was eventually discharged from the hospital two days later and she returned back to her normal routine and her familiar space where Rose was peacefully happy. It was in the middle of this fragile calm that Donna m
After leaving the police station, Alissa decided to go home to change her clothes. When she got home, the house felt too quiet. Alissa stepped inside slowly, her eyes taking in the familiar space that no longer felt the same. Rose walked beside her but stayed a step back, giving her room. Her fat
Nicholas frowned. “Why?” Chris explained Rose’s request from the night before—how she had asked him to recommend a modeling agency for someone she wanted to help. He admitted he wanted to investigate the person first, to make sure Rose wasn’t wasting her effort on the wrong individual. Nicholas si
Luthor slammed the brakes the moment the hotel came into view. The tires screeched against the asphalt as the car jerked to a sudden stop outside the grand entrance, the engine still humming aggressively as if it hadn’t realized the chase was over. Valets and guests turned in shock, a few stepping
Luthor’s eyes burned with uncontrollable fury as his gaze locked onto Bryan, who stood a few meters away from him. Rage completely consumed him, his temperament spiraling out of control. He had no intention of sparing Bryan—not after he had crossed the unforgivable line by kicking Amelia. Bryan’s
“I gave them your contact details,” Rose said plainly. “If they decide to discuss anything regarding investments of the project and accept my request, they’ll likely reach out to you directly.” There was a brief pause on the line before Nancy sighed—then laughed. “You’re moving fast, Rose. How are







