LOGINSuddenly, 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
Rose could feel Alex’s gaze drilling into the side of her face even though she stared stubbornly out the window. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t blinking, probably. Just watching her. Waiting for her to talk. Finally, unable to endure it anymore, she slowly turned toward
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
“Head to the restaurant. Now.” “Yes, sir,” the driver replied immediately, changing lanes with sharp precision. Alex leaned back, gaze fixed on the passing cityscape, though he wasn’t really seeing anything. His mind was replaying Derek’s report, every detail, every movement of Rose’s. She was
Alex sat in the back seat of his car as it glided smoothly through the early traffic, pale morning sunlight washing over the city and turning glass towers into golden pillars. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on his nose—simple, elegant, and unfairly flattering—softening the cold edge of his fe
Finally, Nancy raised her hands in surrender. “Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll see what I can get before noon.” “I don’t want what you can get,” Rose corrected with a smile. “I want the best one. The one with the most influence. The one Ashmore Law depends on the most.” Nancy sighed helplessly. “Okay, o







