LOGINHe paused before adding sincerely, "If anyone deserves to give an apology...It's us." Rose immediately shook her head, forgetting that Luthor couldn't possibly see her. "No. Don't ever say that." There was complete sincerity in her voice. Everything she had done for Luthor's family had been fr
Later that night, after finishing the last of the documents on her desk, Rose reached for the schedule Nancy had personally prepared for the following day. She quietly scanned each appointment one after another, her expression remaining calm until her eyes landed on one particular section. She car
The following morning, Rose arrived at Pegasus Corporation a few minutes before nine o'clock. As always, her timing was impeccable. Dressed in an elegant business suit that perfectly complemented her graceful yet commanding aura, she and Emma stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor with
Rose's cheeks remained warm from the attention they had attracted. She glanced around the ballroom, only to find countless pairs of eyes still secretly watching them. Unable to bear it any longer, she gently nudged Alex's arm. "Alex..." "Hm?" "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice ba
The charity gala had already become the talk of high society long before it ended. Ever since Donna publicly introduced her as her representative, people had been paying attention to her every move. And the more they watched her, the harder it became to look away. At the center of the grand ballro
The night of the Sterling Charity Gala arrived sooner than Rose expected. Glassrose Manor was unusually lively. Emma had been running around since the afternoon while several stylists fussed over Rose. "No, no. The earrings should be the diamond ones." Emma frowned at the jewelry tray before quic
It was only then that everyone realized Rose wasn’t present. Every eye in the room turned toward William, who stood frozen, caught completely off guard. Adrian smirked, unable to resist. “Ah, perhaps Rose didn’t think Mother’s arrival was worth attending?” he said mockingly, earning snickers from
Inside the study, Donna Gray sat behind a grand mahogany desk, listening intently as her P.A., David Norton, read from a tablet. His tone was formal, efficient. Her posture was impeccable, her aura commanding. Even in her sixties, Donna’s sharp gaze could make anyone tremble. “…and Mr. Adrian Gr
Suddenly, he launched into a full lecture—scolding her about being careful, warning her to avoid trouble, telling her not to involve herself in things she couldn’t handle, and stressing that she needed to think before acting. Rose just stared at him, eyes wide. Alexander King. Cold, silent, em
Slowly, Donna turned to William — the eldest, the heir, the one who bore the heaviest burden. Her eyes were icy. “William.” He swallowed. “Yes, Mother.” “How,” she asked quietly, “have you been running the family company?” William’s heart dropped. Donna’s words were soft, but they struck like l







