A lot of children from rich and wealthy families have visited this place but this was the first time he would be someone as young as Rose. “Aren't you missing out on the part where I apologize to you before you start yelling at me? And like I said, you are the one who should apologize to me because you're the one at fault.” Luthor ignored the Manager's stare and replied back to what Lara said in order to defend himself. “This crazy……. Manager Cord, can you see this? This is exactly what I'm talking about, your store has been letting the high socialites get insulted by the likes of him. How dare a nobody like him talk to me like that?” Lara wanted to insult Luthor but chose to use the opportunity to make her prove her point to the manager. “I understand what you're saying, Miss Nixon. Please allow me to take care of this matter from here.” Manager Cord nodded his head before turning to look at Luthor. In this situation whether or not Lara was right or wrong he knew he had to h
The manager looked at Rose and slowly nodded his head at her. He didn't expect her to suddenly speak and her fault was really something that he couldn't resist and he wanted to hear what she had to say. “Let me ask you a simple question.” Rose said and everyone's eyes landed on her. “Please go ahead." The manager agreed. “Aren’t you about to chase us out of here because that woman made the request as a VIP client? However, isn't this a car shop that allows anyone to come in and out to purchase a car, so why are we being chased out? Is this how your car shop has earned the reputation it has now?” Rose asked as she looked directly at the manager who blinked at her questions. "What kind of question is that? Even if this place is a car shop that allows anyone to come in, did a brat like you think that someone like you and him would be able to purchase a car here? It's obvious that only people from a high class are the one that can come in here and you two have entered the wrong pl
“I refuse to leave with a tangible reason, Manager. I don't care if this is a request from your VIP client or not. I'm going to comfortably shop for what I came here for and take my leave." Rose adamantly refused, staring intently at the manager, who was taken aback by her refusal again. Without her dressing luxuriously, he was not stupid to not be able to tell that the aura that emitted from Rose right now was even more powerful than that of Lara that was just simply throwing a tantrum. “But, young lady…..” "Do you want to have the security guard drag both of you out of here?!” Lara didn't let the manager speak as she shouted at Rose, who ignored her. " Manager, that woman demanded an apology from my brother when she was the one clearly at fault. Like my brother said, I want her to apologize back to him.” Rose told the manager with her arm crossed in front of her chest. "Does this child need a beating or what? How can you expect our friend to apologize to that lowlife? What wo
“What a stupid store this place is to let their VIP client go through this kind of ridiculous scene. I thought this place would be much better than it claimed." One of Lara's friends remarked. However, the sudden outburst of Lara not wanting them to bring the footage made the other customers raise questioning brow at her. They started to wonder if she had even spoken the truth that Luthor bumped into her because there would be no need for her to be this agitated and angry when the manager said he was going to agree with Rose's request. Even they themselves were curious to know the real truth because Lara was claiming that Luthor was the one who bumped into her and Luthor said it was her that bumped into him instead. Rose's suggestion was the best way they think is the best to solve this situation and she even agrees to apologize and leave if Luthor had been the one to bump into her. “Why do I feel like that woman had just caused an unnecessary argument here in the first place?”
It could leave a huge impact on their stores reputation if he did that because some customers might find him favoring Lara too much and might start thinking if the same would be done to them if someone asked him to send them away as well. He might want to keep a good relationship with the Nixon family but he couldn't let that impact the reputation of the business. After the manager left along with Lara to calm her down and explain properly to her, Rose frowned as she stared at the back view of the manager. He wasn't as sincere as he looked and she wasn't impressed at him because she knew he was only doing things that were beneficial to him. Seeing that the entire scene had died down with the manager leaving along with Lara, the other customers who were watching started to turn their attention back to their own business. Rose also turned to look at Luthor. “Are you okay?" She asked him. “I am." Luthor nodded his head with a smile as he looked at Rose. “Why did you ask for th
“Whether or not we can afford to buy the car in that section shouldn't be something you should decide. Take us there.” Rose replied in a flat voice. She didn't want to show her anger at the poor sales attendant and tried to suppress it. However Luthor could tell that she was a bit angry with what Doris said but he chose to say nothing. “I’m sorry for that. Please follow me.” Doris apologized, also sensing the anger in Rose’s voice and took them to the section where the most expensive cars were placed. In an instant, Rose’s face brightened when they got to the section because she was able to see that there was a real difference between the cars here than the other section she had been checking. And with just one glance one can easily tell that the cars here would cost a fortune. Luthor, who was beside Rose couldn’t help but shake his head and sighed deeply in his mind when he saw the delighted expression on her face. He wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t wowed by the cars in this sec
“The car you have just pointed at is the Rolls-Royce Phantom, one of Rolls-Royce best selling car models. Prodigious power is provided by a silken 563-hp twin turbo V-12 paired with an eight-speed automatic and rear-wheel drive. The acceleration of this particular car is said to be brisk, however, according to Rolls-Royce's, they claimed 5.1-second zero-to-60-mph time isn't anything you'd appreciate your chauffeur trying to replicate. The interior decoration is just as spectacular as the car itself and very comfy. The inside of the is made of acres of wood, metal accents, and vast expanses of supple leather cover the cabin, which is no surprise for a car of this class. Rolls-Royce offers both a standard- and long-wheelbase version of the Phantom, the latter stretched by 8.6 inches, much of which results in additional rear-seat legroom.” Both Rose and Luthor listened attentively to the information of the car Doris was giving them. Although Luthor knew the name of the car and every o
“Like I said earlier, I like this car so I will be buying this car." Rose being oblivious to the fact that her statement had caused a little turmoil in their heart. “P-pardon?" Doris asked, though she heard Rose the first time, she just wasn't able to process the words properly. A young girl dressed in plain clothes wants to actually purchase a car like this. She thought all of their time here in this section was just for fun and Rose would eventually go back to the other sections and might be able to get a car she wanted. “Do I necessarily have to repeat myself?" Rose narrowed her eyes at Doris, finding it annoying to repeat herself. "No-no, I just need to confirm if you are really telling the truth about buying this car?” Doris asked again. "I don't think I would say something like this for a joke. I would like it if you can help me get everything necessary to purchase the car.” Rose confidently replied. Doris stared at Rose's calm and confident expression which left no ro
---The press conference was held at the luxurious Riverview Grand Hotel, a venue known for hosting high-profile events. The large conference room was packed to capacity with journalists, photographers, and reporters from various media, all eager to catch a glimpse of the trending Gray family.As soon as Rose entered the room with William, Beatrice, Victor, and Sophia, the reporters surged forward like a swarm of hungry predators."Roseline Gray, what’s your opinion on the recent video?""Roseline Gray, how do you feel about being attacked by your half-brother Victor Gray?""This isn’t the first time, is it? Why have you stayed silent about the abuse?""Your father didn’t defend you—have you ever resented him for it?""How do you feel about the way your stepmother treats you?""Doesn’t your stepsister Sophia support you either? Do you feel completely isolated?""Roseline Gray, I heard you came back to the country, so what did you do to be beaten up by your step brother?”Question afte
………The next day, Rose dressed carefully for the press conference. She applied a touch of makeup to cover her bruises, though some marks were still visible. She chose a white summer dress, its delicate design giving her an air of fragility.When she descended the stairs, Beatrice was waiting, her irritation evident as Rose had made them for a long time on purpose.“Why are you wearing that? Pick a brighter color! You look better in something cheerful. And put more makeup on!” Beatrice protested as she scanned what Rose was wearing.‘What is she trying to do? Is she trying to look weak on purpose?’ Beatrice fumed internally. ‘This conference is meant to prove the video was false, not the opposite! If anything bad happens to my son, you’ll pay for it!’ she seethed.Rose’s eyes filled with tears as she replied meekly, “Dr. Noah said makeup could cause scarring if applied before my cuts heal. But I thought it would look too obvious without anything, so I used a little to cover most of the
They began the game in silence, the soft clink of chess pieces the only sound. Frank’s moves were calculated, deliberate, but he quickly realized Rose wasn’t an easy opponent. Her strategy was sharp, her responses precise, and it wasn’t long before she had him on the defensive.Frank leaned back in his chair, studying the board with newfound respect. “You’re quite skilled. Your mother must have been an excellent teacher.”“She was,” Rose replied, her tone tinged with fondness. “She always said chess was like life. Every move matters, and you have to think several steps ahead.”Frank nodded, his expression thoughtful. “A wise woman. And what have you learned from this game?”Rose paused, a small smile playing on her lips. “That you’re cautious but adaptable. You test your opponent before committing to a strategy.”Frank raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Well observed. You’ve got a sharp mind, Rose. A rare gift.”“Thank you,” Rose said, warmth creeping into her voice.As the game p
Rose smiled, caught between the two. “I… I didn’t mean to start a competition!” she said, laughing lightly.Frank chuckled and placed a hand on Anne’s shoulder. “It’s not a competition, dear,” he said softly, his voice carrying a reassuring note. “Let her call us whatever she feels comfortable with.”Anne smiled, the playful edge fading. “Well, as long as she knows I’m the most important one,” she said with a wink.Julian laughed, crossing his arms and leaning back casually. “I’ll tell you what Rose, in order to soften the situation. It would be best if you call mom ‘Grandma’ and father ‘Grandfather,’ Deal?”Rose laughed, feeling the warmth of their banter. “Deal!” she said, her heart lightened by the playful atmosphere. She totally forgot that she felt stiffened up earlier.“Well,” she said, giving Anne a quick hug, “I’ll call you Grandma, if you prefer that. I just... I think it slipped out. It feels right.”Anne’s face softened, her smile returning. “Of course, darling. I suppose
*********The grandeur of the Anderson Ancestral home was as breathtaking as ever, with its ornate architecture and sprawling gardens. Though Rose had visited before, this time felt different. It wasn’t a casual visit—it was her escape, her refuge after the chaos at the Gray mansion.Julian guided her inside, where Frank and Anne Anderson awaited in the living room. Despite the familiarity, Rose still felt a twinge of hesitation as she approached them.“Rose, my darling,” Anne said warmly, pulling her into a gentle hug. Her soft hair brushed against Rose’s cheek as she held her close. “I’ve been worried about you. I’m so glad you’re here now.”“Thank you, Grandma,” Rose replied, her voice steady though her heart fluttered at the kindness."My goodness, how on earth did you end up in this state? How dare William Gray let his incompetent fool do this to my precious child? Does he have a death wish?" Anne fumed, her voice trembling with rage. Though most of the wounds were finally heali
Rose, who heard Beatrice’s voice paused and looked at Beatrice, her expression blank but her posture poised.Beatrice clasped her hands together, her tone pitiful. “Rose, I… I know I’ve made mistakes. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand. Please, don’t leave. We’re family. Let me make it up to you. What would the people say if they knew you left home?”‘Tsk, you're still worried about your safety and reputation.’ Rose scoffed.Her gaze fixed on Beatrice. She tilted her head slightly, her tone soft and innocent. “Oh, Mother, I don’t blame you at all. It wasn’t your fault. These things just… happen.”Beatrice’s eyes widened, taken aback by Rose’s response. “I—I’ll do better, I swear. I’ll talk to Victor, and we’ll make this right. You don’t need to go.”Rose offered a small, sweet smile. “You’re too kind, mother, But Uncle Julian is right—I need a change of scenery. It’s not about you. I just need a little time to heal.”Beatrice reached for her hand, h
---The Gray mansion loomed under the overcast sky, its towering structure a stark reminder of the battles fought within its walls. Two days had passed since Rose signed the contract, transferring her shares to William. But her mind was far from defeated. She had called her uncle, Julian Anderson, with one clear directive: take her out of this house.As the sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance, William stood at the threshold, his expression unreadable but his stance stiff with tension. Julian stepped out, his tailored suit and confident demeanor a sharp contrast to William’s simmering hostility.“Julian,” William greeted, his voice laced with forced politeness. “What brings you here today?”Julian’s gaze swept over William coldly. “I’m here for Rose.”William’s jaw tightened. “Rose is perfectly fine where she is.”Julian smirked, his sharp features hardening. “Fine? Is that what you call being bitten by your son? Victor’s behavior was barbaric. She’s covered in bruises, an
‘My wife is right. She's changed. She's plotting something,’ William thought, his suspicions solidifying."So, she’s put her guard up against me," he muttered in a tone only he can hear, his expression darkening. If that’s the case, I’ll have to get rid of her soon.But the tens of billions he craved wouldn’t be his until Rose turned twenty.Rose felt the sudden wave of hostility radiating from her father and shivered. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do, even to his own daughter, to get what he wants. She was certain of it.That was the real William Carter: calculating and ruthless. With no power, money, or connections of her own, Rose wasn’t a threat to him—yet. But her time for revenge hadn’t come, and until then, she had no choice but to play along.Quickly, she donned a sweet smile and replied in her softest voice, "You’re my dad. There’s no need to borrow anything. Whatever you need, I’m happy to give it to you and help in any way I can."Her thoughts told a different story. This is
"Father?!" William snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Rose's voice next to him. Rose frowned at the way William jolted at her words. It's obvious he was daydreaming, but the fact that he was wasting her time was even more annoying to her.“Do you have something else to.say?" She asked.For a moment, as though remembering his true purpose for coming, he cleared his throat and turned to look at her properly.“There’s something I need to ask you, Rose.” He hesitated, his tone softening. “Do you remember the 10% shares your grandfather gifted you? I need you to lend them to me. It’s critical for stabilizing the company. I promise, once we get through this tough time, I’ll return them to you.”The words landed exactly as Rose had expected. She had been waiting for this moment.When she was born, her grandfather had gifted her 10% of the company’s shares—a sizable stake, even by Gray standards. Those shares had remained untouched, protected by a clause that prevented their use unti