LOGINThe following afternoon, Rose had barely finished reviewing the first batch of files in her office when the phone resting on her desk suddenly vibrated. She casually glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Nicholas. A faint smile immediately appeared on her lips before she reached for the phone an
Nancy placed another document on the desk. "At this pace, we'll continue increasing our influence." Rose nodded thoughtfully before closing the report in her hands. "It still isn't enough." Nancy immediately understood what she meant. "You want your father's seat, Little Rose. " Rose's gaze remai
Nearly a week passed in a blink of an eye and life had gradually settled into a comfortable and familiar routine before any other realized it. Rose divided her days between overseeing Pegasus Corporation, and quietly spending time with Alex whenever their busy schedules allowed. Both of them carrie
... Meanwhile, Inside King Corporation, another conversation was taking place. Derek stood in front of Alex's desk wearing an expression that could only be described as troubled. Alex, on the other hand, calmly continued signing documents as though nothing unusual was happening. Without look
Nancy walked over before taking the seat opposite Rose and placing the tablet on the desk between them. She folded her arms with a playful expression. "You've been avoiding me." Rose blinked innocently. "I've been busy." Nancy laughed. "I know." It was obvious she was enjoying this. At least, she
The Anderson family's grand banquet had come to an end. Rose was unable to return back to Glassrose Manor that night so she stayed at the Anderson Estate in her own personal mansion that both Frank and Anne had built for her and gave to her as a gift that night as well. By the following morning,
Instantly, the temperature in the room dropped. The casual calm that had filled the office moments ago vanished. It wasn’t dramatic—no sudden movement, no visible outburst. But Derek felt it instantly, the chilling pressure that made his spine stiffen instinctively. It was like walking into a refr
The Byers Mansion The shrill ringing of a telephone echoed relentlessly through the study, urging the man in a gray suit to pick it up. “Hello, who is this?” he asked in an indifferent tone. “Good evening, sir. I’m a nurse calling from St. Aurelius Medical Center. Is this the Byers residence?”
The next day arrived quietly. Rose stepped out of the car just as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the gates of the mansion in soft gold. School had been uneventful, a series of lectures, notes, hushed conversations of the sudden National exam new—but her mind had been elsewhere
The next morning after she was done eating, Rose turned to look at Luthor. “I'll be driving myself to school today, Brother Luthor?" She said casually. Luthor frowned slightly. “Are you sure? I can—” “I’m sure,” she cut in gently, a small smile curving her lips. “I’ll just appreciate it if you c







