“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
To William, he actually thought that Rose looked disappointed and sad when he heard her voice but in reality, she barely had any emotion on her face and just stared at the cars blankly. Luthor , who has been watching her, smiled at her. She was even good at making her voice change but her expression is enough to send someone scurry away. "It's not like that, Roseline. It's just that your father has been too busy lately.” William replied gently to Rose, who narrowed her gaze when she heard the way he was speaking to her. He made it sound like they had a good relationship. Well, technically they do since no one knew she had been reborn and was aware that all their love was just fake. She got irritated just by the thought of how she had fallen for this sweet and gentle voice of her father who didn’t even love her like he claimed. Rose swallowed back her rising hatred and anger in order to achieve her goal. ‘It can take two to play the game of pretend. I would be the perfect female le
"Yes, yes, I remember that I promised you such a thing. Didn't you request for your personal car? Don't worry dear, when your father comes back from his business trip we can talk properly about it. Your father would also get both you and your sister some gifts and presents-” William, who was trying to divert the matter of the promise he made to Rose till he came back since he didn't know that she still kept it in her mind. He was about to use the excuse of buying her some gifts to bribe her when he was interrupted before he could finish speaking. “Oh, father, you don't have to stress over something like that because I already have a solution to the problem since I know how busy you are." Rose remarked, her gaze mistakenly landing on Luthor and saw him staring at her with full attention which made her wink at him with a small smile. Luthor didn't even flinch when Rose looked at him and winked her eyes. Though he was flustered by her action, he acted like he wasn't and maintained a 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