LOGIN“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
The next day after her national exam, Rose left school without lingering. Luthor hadn’t been able to drive her that morning—he had matters to attend to at his mother’s restaurant—so Rose had taken the wheel herself. The drive home was smooth, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the r
The car pulled away from Brook Hotel smoothly, the city lights flickering past the tinted windows. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Then Luthor broke the silence. “Thank you.” Rose glanced at him briefly. “For what?” “For earlier,” he said quietly. “If you hadn’t stepped in, that guard
The car pulled away from Brook Hotel smoothly, the city lights flickering past the tinted windows. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Then Luthor broke the silence. “Thank you.” Rose glanced at him briefly. “For what?” “For earlier,” he said quietly. “If you hadn’t stepped in, that guard
John noticed Rose's expression and explained apologetically. “I had no idea. I only detected him after replaying the CCTV footage over and over.” Luthor leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine slowly. “You just keep giving me more reasons to avoid this place,” he muttered, irritation barely







