Rose looked at Luthor as he gave the name of the car shop to the driver who nodded his head. It seems like she was right by asking Luthor to give the addresses. Not only because he was a taxi driver but also because he was a son of the Hoult family. They might be so wealthy but they were still a third-tier family in the past, meaning the son of such a family should have knowledge about places like this and she was right.“You've told Mrs. Maya about the job I offered you right, brother Luthor." Rose asked as she turned to look at Luthor.“Yes," Luthor calmly nodded his head.“Good. I wouldn't want her to be shocked when she finds out." Rose remarked with a relieved expression. “Is that all you're going to ask?" Luthor asked, expecting some more important questions from Rose.“Did you want me to ask more questions?" Rose raised her brow at him. She had an inkling what he meant but was going to act like she didn't.“Fine, since you want me to ask more questions, I would then. Was Mrs.
The moment both Rose and Luthor stepped into the car shop building, they were both blown away by shock and surprised with what they saw inside the building. Contrary to how the exterior of the building was huge, Rose expected the inside of the building to be big as well but this was beyond what her expectations was. They were both greeted by a very large and spacious interior. It was a large exhibition area and there were a lot of luxurious cars displayed of different sizes, brand names, shapes, colors. The lights in the building reflected off the body of cars and gave them a bit of glow. As she gazed at the scene in front of her, it was undeniable that someone like Rose who knew nothing about cars wouldn't be blown away. Even Luthor himself was, because this was the first time he would be entering and visiting a car shop like this. He had only heard about this place and decided to bring Rose here since there were good rumors surrounding this particular car shop that sells expensi
“Hmm." Rose hummed softly and turned to look at Luthor. " I think we should split up. Once you find a car suitable enough and expensive you can call me. We are not going for anything less but expensive cars.” She told Luthor who calmly nodded his head at her. " You go with the female attendant, I will go with the fine young man. We would be able to share the same thoughts as men.” Luthor told Rose as he glanced at Boyd, who was caught off guard. He felt an ominous feeling behind what Luthor said, giving the way Luthor narrowed his eyes at him. He might be dressed poorly, but he could sense danger around the man that had walked in with this beautiful young girl. Luthor had noticed how Boyd's eyes were on Rose the whole time, so he decided to have him by his side when Rose said they should split up. He felt more at ease if it was the female attendant that Rose was with rather than Boyd who was staring nonstop at her. “As you wish." Rose shrugged her shoulders casually before tu
He instantly recognized them, most especially the woman that was currently yelling at Luthor. She was one of the VIP clients in their stall and he hadn’t noticed her earlier with her friends. On the other hand, Luthor frowned at the way the woman yelled at him as if he was at fault. Normally, he wasn't supposed to apologize to the woman because despite the fact he wasn’t paying attention to the front, he was still walking in a proper way which was enough to not let him bump into anyone. Instead it was the woman who was at fault for not focusing on where she was going and bumped into him instead. Technically, she was the one who was supposed to apologize to him but he still chose to say sorry to her out of courtesy. Instead of letting it go she was yelling at him like it was his fault. “Why are you yelling at me when you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention to where you are going? Besides, you should be glad I didn’t demand an apology from you.” Luthor remarked, the frown on hi
"Are you nuts? You dare to say that I'm lying right?! Are you tired of working? If this bastard isn't causing discomfort to others, then I'm uncomfortable just by seeing him!” Lara yelled at Boyd when she heard his reply. “How can someone like him be a customer here? He clearly can even afford to buy that bag not to talk of him buying a car." “I'm starting to think this store is trying to insult us high class socialites by allowing people that are not in the same level as us to enter a place like this. What is this store trying to prove?” "That's right. Isn't this place meant for only high class people like us? How can they let us share the same roof with people like this." Lara’s three friends also added in support of their friend. When the other customers heard the women's words, they couldn't help but feel the same way that the store was trying to insult the higher class by allowing Luthor, who wasn't dressed in expensive clothes, to come here. They started to murmur am
Unlike Luthor, Rose was still dressed neatly and even though it wasn't really expensive clothes, she knew that the clothes she was wearing were expensive as well. And with the way she carried herself and the air surrounding her, she could tell that Rose might come from a rich household as well. Rose ignored Lara and turned to look at Luthor. “Did you find anything, brother Luthor?" She asked him. “I didn't. Why are you here?" Luthor replied and asked Rose. Even though he acted like he wasn't surprised to see her, he really was. "I came because you weren't answering my calls when I called you." Rose replied. She has been trying to contact Luthor but when he didn't answer his calls she asked Doris to bring her to where he was. Everyone thought she had just gotten to the scene when I'm reality she had been watching the little argument between Luthor and Lara from the moment when she asked them to kick Luthor out of the store. No one had noticed her because their attention was on the
“That's enough. I can already tell you came here with this lowlife. However, you seem to be on a different level from him and I don't care how you're associated with him. But do you have any idea who I am, for you to be insulting me and my friends like that?” Lara was unable to take it anymore and questioned Rose, who turned to look at her. “Do I give off the impression that I give a damn about who you are, woman?" Rose inquired with an uninterested look on her face. Her response completely took Lara and the crowd back in surprise. She was really bold and confident! Despite the fact that she was not expensively dressed like Lara and her friends to announce that they were from wealthy families. Rose was dressed in a simple and mature attire that was expensive but not as expensive as what Lara was wearing. However, her demeanor and aura that emitted out of her was like that of a goddess and mafia queen who cared less about the information of her enemy since she was going to destroy
The Nixon family are a second tier family in the City, however, because of their new rise in status they were able to start earning more recognition than they did in the past and Lara was the second daughter and also the youngest child of the Nixon. She was extremely pampered by her family and was always given what she wanted despite the fact that she was a grown woman already. In reality the manager wouldn’t want to associate himself with someone like Lara since she was very problematic but he had to be nice to her anytime she visited their store because of her background. “Stop flattering me, Manager Cord. I’m not in the mood for that nonsense because I’m highly disappointed with the way I am treated in your car shop.” Lara arrogantly waved her hand at the manager who swallowed the rest of his words as he looked at Lara. “What happened, Miss Nixon? Did one of my staff do anything to annoy you?” he asked. “This isn’t about your staff, manager Cord, even though they were a bit s
However, amidst their yelling, Karen wasn’t done. “Let's not pretend you’re here because you care about my Rose. I don't care much about high society but I have enough information to know that you and Beatrice are never friends and you just proved me right. You saw a chance to use my Rose to humiliate Beatrice in public. But the truth is—Beatrice doesn’t even see you as a rival. You’re not a threat to her. You’re just a footnote.” That did it. Even though Karen didn't like Beatrice, she had to use her as a weapon to damage Margret. And it was true in some ways, Beatrice never saw Margaret as a rival and that was why she left her off. Beatrice is more cunning and has better things to do than Margret. On the other hand, Margaret’s face turned red, her voice rising. “You arrogant little—! Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?!” “I’m someone you should’ve never insulted,” Karen replied coolly. “Especially not in front of witnesses.” “You're such a bitch! You even
Karen returned with graceful steps, wiping her hands with a silk handkerchief as she approached the table—only to stop mid-step at the sight before her. Three women, overdressed and oozing fake charm, surrounded Rose, who looked irritated and uncomfortable. Karen’s expression hardened immediately. “Is there a problem here?” Karen asked smoothly as she walked up to the table, though her voice was laced with sharpness. Margaret immediately changed her facial expression as she turned without even bothering to look properly. “Oh, relax. We’re just having a friendly chat. Nothing that concerns—” She paused, eyes scanning Karen lazily. Then scoffed. “Oh. You’re the lady that was with her earlier?” Margaret blinked, her voice condescending. “How… quaint. Let me guess—you’re her assistant or... manager?” Rose blinked, trying not to laugh. It was obvious now that these women were actually dumb. Even if Karen is not well known amongst the high socialist thanks to the fact that she lives t
From across the room, Margaret Pezz had been watching like a hawk. Dressed in an ivory designer set and dripping in gold jewelry, Margaret whispered something to her friends, eyes gleaming. With Karen out of the way, it was time to make her move. She strutted over, her heels clicking arrogantly against the marble. Two overdressed women followed her like loyal shadows. “Roseline, darling!” Margaret said with feigned delight, placing a hand on the back of Rose’s chair as if they were long-lost friends. “I couldn’t believe it was you! You look absolutely radiant in person.” Rose looked up slowly from the food menu she was still checking out, expression unreadable. “Do I know you?” Margaret laughed, her voice grating. “Oh, we haven’t officially met. I’m Margaret Pezz—a very close friend of Beatrice, your stepmother.” The moment she said Beatrice’s name, Rose’s expression soured. Margaret noticed and quickly backtracked, playing both sides. “But honestly dear, I never liked the way
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Anderson estate, bathing the grand dining hall in a warm glow. Rose sat at the breakfast table, quietly sipping her tea as Anne and Karen conversed about an upcoming events. "You should get some fresh air today," Anne suggested, eyeing Rose over her cup of coffee. Karen nodded in agreement. "Actually, I was thinking of taking her out. Just a small outing—maybe some shopping, a café stop. What do you think, Rose?" Rose blinked, caught off guard. "Shopping?" "Yes," Karen said with a small smile. "You could use a few new things, and a change of scenery might be nice." Rose hesitated. She wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy aimless shopping trips at the moment, but the way Anne and Karen were looking at her told her this was more than just a casual suggestion. It was their way of trying to spend time with her. And truthfully, a part of her was beginning to appreciate the warmth they offered. "Alright," she finally agreed.
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of her grandfather's study. Hesitating for only a moment, she knocked lightly. "Come in," came the deep, commanding voice from inside. Rose pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding Frank seated at a massive mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey beside him. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the shelves lined with books and relics of the past. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, not looking up as he finished scribbling on a document. "Something like that," Rose admitted, stepping closer. Frank gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit." She did, expecting the usual quiet company they sometimes shared. But instead of returning to his work, Frank pulled o
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch, studied her granddaughter with sharp yet affectionate eyes. "Are you comfortable, dear?" Rose glanced up from her book. "Yes, Grandmother. More comfortable than I expected to be." A rare, approving smile graced Anne's lips. "Good. You should feel at home here." Before Rose could respond, Karen entered the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Ah, perfect. You're both here," she said, taking a seat across from Rose. Anne arched her brow. "You sound suspiciously excited. What are you up to, my dear?" Karen smirked, “Yes, I'm excited, mother because I have some nice news for Rose.” she said then turned to Rose. "I had a little chat with Headmistress Moore this morning. She ag
Dinner continued with casual conversation, and despite how formal the Anderson household could seem, the atmosphere wasn’t tense. After finishing her meal, Rose excused herself, but before she could leave, Leo grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" Rose gave him a pointed look. "To see Grandfather." Leo blinked in surprise but quickly masked it. He let go of her wrist and shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don’t stay up too late." Rose shook her head and walked off. However, she didn't head straight to meet Frank, she made a quick stop at the kitchen. Frank’s study was dimly lit, the faint scent of aged paper and cedarwood clinging to the air. He sat behind his desk, flipping through a thick folder of documents. A soft knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” Frank’s voice called out, calm but firm. The door opened and Rose stepped inside, carrying a polished tray with a single porcelain teacup. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click. Frank looked up and paused, ey
“What’s going on here?” Rose’s voice was calm but firm as she stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over the tension-filled scene. She had spotted the standoff the moment she entered the stall. Sandra turned to her, arms crossed. “Oh, perfect timing. This girl thinks staring at a snack means she owns it.” The girl scoffed when she heard Sandra’s explanation. “And this girl thinks she can just take whatever she wants.” The vendor, seeing Rose enter the conversation, looked relieved. “Miss, maybe you can help settle this?” Rose exhaled, her gaze flickering between them before settling on the other girl with calm finality. “If you really wanted it, you should have asked the vendor to hold it for you. Since you didn’t, I don’t see why this is even an argument.” The girl frowned, seemingly unprepared for someone to shut down the situation with pure logic instead of fueling the fight. One of her friends stepped up, opening her mouth to say something, but Rose’s voice cut through th
After finishing their meal, the group began heading back to their private room when Sandra suddenly stopped. “You guys go ahead. Kehlani and I need to grab something real quick.” Kaleb raised a brow at her. “What is it?” “A snack I saw earlier,” Sandra replied, waving him off. “It won’t take long.” Austin sighed but didn’t argue. “Fine, just don’t get into trouble.” Leo glanced at Rose, but before he could say anything, she spoke first. “I’ll catch up with you. I want to check something at the next stall too.” Leo narrowed his eyes but didn’t question her, since he knew she wouldn’t tell him what it was. “Are you sure you don't want me to come along? The last thing I need is you getting lost.” He asked which earned him a glare from Rose. “I will be fine without you. And I will also catch up with both Sandra and Kehlani, ” She replied. Seeing that she wouldn’t let him go with her, he finally relented. “Don’t take too long.” With that, the three boys walked off, leaving the girl