LOGINShe drove straight back to Glassrose Manor after leaving the restaurant. The entire drive home, her mind was occupied with one person. The moment her car passed through the gates of Glassrose Manor, she parked quickly and stepped out without wasting a second. She walked briskly into the mansio
Rose exhaled quietly and composed herself quickly before pushing the door open and walking back into the private room. Miles immediately noticed something had changed. The calm girl who had been dissecting business contracts minutes ago now carried a faint tension around her eyes, though she was
“…Who is this?” she asked, her tone even—but her fingers had already tightened around the phone. A low chuckle answered her. “I can’t believe you’d forget me so quickly after our meeting, Miss Roseline Gray.” Her heart skipped once. Meeting? Her gaze darkened instantly. “I asked you a questi
The next afternoon, Rose arrived precisely on time. The restaurant Miles had sent her was one of the city’s more refined establishments—quiet, elegant, discreet. The kind of place where deals were made behind polished wooden doors and reputations were carefully maintained. As soon as she stepped
“I was wondering how long you’d take to ask that.” Rose didn’t respond, waiting. “I’ll be straightforward,” he continued. “I’m calling to secure some time with you tomorrow afternoon.” Rose blinked. “…Sometime?” “Yes.” His tone wasn’t arrogant or forceful. It was sincere. Confident—but respect
Branson Mansion The atmosphere inside Branson Mansion was tense. The study lights were dim, casting long shadows across the polished floor as Branson sat behind his desk, fingers tapping slowly against the wood. His expression was calm—but beneath that calm was irritation. Yesterday’s incident at







