Just as Luthor was still sitting in the car waiting for Doris to come back since he had no response to retort back to Rose, who was still standing a few meters away from the car. “Excuse me, what are you two doing here….?” Suddenly they heard a voice which made them turn to the direction and saw the manager and Boyd walking towards where both Rose and Luthor were. Rose raised a brow as she patiently waited for the Manager to get where they were before she said or give him a response to his question. The manager recognized Rose instantly when he saw her, since she was the one who had almost cost him to lose a potential client and customer. Earlier, after pleading to Lara and promising to kick both Rose and Luthor out after she leaves, he was about to enter his office when his secretary stopped and told him that Doris had come to request for the documents of one of the expensive cars. At the same moment, one of the staff members also came to his office and reported to him that th
“Should I say that you are stupid? No, I'm sure it is a matter of blindness on your part to make you fail to realize that these two are just fraud here? Just take a look at them.even though the little one is neatly dressed, what made you think that they can purchase one of our most luxurious cars? I will definitely make a complaint of your reckless behavior at our next meeting and make sure that you are punished accordingly.” He said furiously and shifted his attention to Boyd who had been silent the whole time. “You too will also receive a query as well because you both were the ones that welcomed them into the store and they had nearly cost us to lose potential customers today.” He told him. “Sir, that is not what happened.” Boyd tried to explain as well but Manager Cord had already turned to look away from him. “I think you calm down for a moment here, Mr. Manager.” Luthor remarked. Despite already hearing the name of the manager, he couldn't bring herself to address him the
"Nice. But I intend to buy two cars here.” She told him. "Ha, that's impossible, young lady. Do you even know the amount each car here costs? Of course, you don't.” He scoffed mockingly at Rose who just stared at him gently. “That's where my deal comes in. It's simple. If I can afford to buy the two cars that I've picked right now then I would like you to come to your knees and beg both Miss Doris and Brother Luthor for the mistakes you've made and the insults you said. However, if I'm unable to afford it, I will gladly do the same, take my leave, while you do whatever you wish to do to Miss Doris and her partner.” Rose proposed. “I agree." Manager Cord easily agreed. He was confident that Rose was bluffing and couldn't afford the amount to buy such a car. There weren't many people that would casually spend more than ten million dollars to buy a car despite the fact that they were. And Rose was claiming she wanted to buy two of them. “Deal.” Rose said with a sly smile and turn
When both Manager Cord, Boyd and Doris saw the black card, they instantly recognized it. In spite of the fact that the Black Elite bank credit cards were extremely rare, they were already known to many business owners who had previously seen other special Elite bank cards and were aware of the existence of the Black Elite Bank card. If Rose was the owner of a Black Elite bank credit card then that would mean she wasn't an ordinary person. This realization made Manager Cord very nervous that he began to sweat despite the air conditioner in the room working perfectly. At this point he was already regretting his action and starting to believe what Rose had been saying. “It's not like I don't have the money to pay for the cars. I just wanted the bills to be sent to Gray Corporation. But since you won't believe me, I will just call someone that might make you believe me.” Rose said and without waiting for the manager's response she pulled out her phone and called William again while pl
“Alright, father.” Rose replied and stretched her cell phone towards the manager who collected it with both hands. “H-hello, Mr. Gray. This is Manager Cord speaking, sir. It’s a pleasure to speak with you sir.” Manager Cord quickly greeted William. “Ah, yes. You must be the manager of the carshop that my daughter is talking about? I was told you didn’t believe her when she said she was from the Gray family?” William asked. “Sir, I can explain. It wasn’t intentional…..” Manager Cord tried to explain but William cut him off. “That's enough. Whatever car Rose buys in your store has the bill sent to the Gray Corporation. And treat my daughter with the respect that she deserves because she is the eldest daughter of the Gray family. Give the phone back to her.” William said. “I understand sir.” Manager Cord replied as he looked at Rose. “Miss Gray, please take the phone.” He said and handed the phone back to Rose with both of his hands. Rose took her phone back and removed the
“What? …….what am I……” Doris stuttered in surprise not expecting this kind of gesture from Rose. Even Boyd was surprised as well when he heard Rose. Despite the fact he had only attended to them for such a short time, she was giving him a tip as well. “You deserve and worked for it. Trust me, I wouldn’t do something like this if you hadn’t impressed me, so just accept it and don’t refuse it. I guess it would make me glad.” Rose said before Doris could gain herself and say anything. She wasn’t in that sort of mood to plead with Doris to accept the gift she was giving out now. “Young Miss, I'm sorry for treating you disrespectfully. I wasn’t aware of someone as prestigious as you would be visiting our shop today. Please give me another chance to redeem myself” Manager Cord suddenly apologized and bowed deeply at Rose. he was a bit glad that he hadn’t thrown and kicked Rose and Luthor out when Lara asked him to. Not only was she from the Gray family but she also owned a black card whi
“It isn't my concern if you understand or not." Rose coldly replied. " I want the Rolls Royce Phantom car I've picked to be sent to the Gray mansion directly. You can also add the shipping fee to the bill you would be sending to the company. As for this Bentley flying spur, I would like the key to it now.” She instructed the manager who nodded his head.“As you wish, Miss Gray. " Manager Cord nodded his head, not daring to argue further with Rose.Rose didn't bother with the manager and collected the paperwork from Doris, signed her name on their copy of documents and took her own copy of the car documents. “Can I have the keys to both of the cars then?" Rose asked, stretching her hand to Doris who quickly handed the keys of both cars to Rose.Rose turned to look at Luthor and gave him the car key of the Bentley flying spur while she kept the other car key in her bag. “Let's go, brother Luthor." She told him and Luthor nodded his head.“Goodbye, Miss Gray. Please make sure to visi
A while later, they arrived at their destination where she was supposed to meet Nancy. It was a very famous restaurant in the area and Rose was a bit surprised because it was heard that one needed to make a reservation a week earlier before one could have a meal at this restaurant. After parking the car, “You can wait here for me, brother Luthor." Rose told Luthor. " Okay.” Luthor nodded his head. Of course, he didn't want to enter the restaurant in the first place and was glad that Rose wouldn't let him as well. “Hm." Rose didn't wait for Luthor to open the door for her before she got out by herself and walked into the restaurant. She looked around the entire restaurant but didn't see Nancy sitting at a table which made her pull out her phone to call her. “Miss, are you the guest Miss Miller is waiting for?” A waiter walked up to where Rose was standing busy pressing her phone. Before Rose arrived, Nancy had told the waiter to wait for Rose and gave him the description of Ros
---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