" So what are you saying now? The Hoult family was framed for the crime they were said to commit.” Nancy said, making Rose nod at her. " Fine, where is he? I would like to see him and hear about what happened before I can agree with you trusting him.” Nancy added. "I understand. He is outside.” Rose replied. " Oh, I see he came along with you already.” "He has to because he is my new personal driver who drove me here and thank you for the resume you made.” Rose smiled at Nancy who blinked at her. "Wait, you made him your personal driver?” She asked with a bit of surprise on her face. "Yes, I did.” "Alright you can ask him to come here, I will ask the waiter to go and bring him to the private room we are now in.” Nancy let out another sigh before she told Rose, who nodded her head and sent a text message to Luthor waiting in the car. Luthor raised his brow when he received the message from Rose asking to enter the restaurant. Just when he thought he wouldn't have to go in the
“Brother Luthor, you gave me your answer a few minutes ago somi decided to start taking action. Miss Miller here is a trusted person and is one of the people that can help you with your father's case so you can tell her everything you've told me before.” Rose went down straight to business. The two people have done their introduction themselves. " That's true, I requested to see you personally because I'm still doubting why Rose should trust you. She told me everything but I don't believe it. Your family is involved in an embezzlement crime which was the cause of your family downfall, your father is currently in prison and your family is still under a lot of debt according to the information I saw. However, Rose said she trusted your story that your father and family were framed so I want to hear it directly from you.” Nancy also remarked as she looked at Luthor with a serious expression on her face. Rose was placed under her care by her superior, so she was being extremely protectiv
“Rose, it would not be an easy and a hard task to do. However, I don't think I can provide you with that knowledge of doing that. The only thing I can help you with is to contact my superior in this matter." Nancy replied. She might have her own connections but she had never done something like this before. Plus, the case between Skyline Construction and Hoult family would require more than the connections she possesses. “Are you talking about Grandpa Reyes?” Rose asked and Nancy nodded her head in response. "Yes. Mr. Reyes had quite a lot of connections for this kind of thing. And if you want to retake this case back, you would need a lawyer that is very good and his job and Mr. Reyes might be of help for you.” Nancy said. “I can help you contact him and also give you his contact details if you want.” She added. "That would be great. Anyways, it's not like we are in a hurry that much since I still want to gather more information about Skyline Construction. Which reminds me, there
“One more thing. If it wouldn't be too much of a task for you, I would also like you to help me get a list of houses that are available to buy in the city. I would like a place that is very quiet and far away from the hassle of the city. Though it's not like it's an urgent issue, please make the list for me.” Rose told Nancy, who was a bit confused at her. Well, she planned to move out of the Gray mansion soon because staying there under the gaze of Beatrice and William would hinder some of her plans. But she only planned to after she was satisfied with the condition the family would be in by then. "Ok-okay, I will get it done for you as well.” Nancy answered. “Alright, that would be all really for now. I have nothing else to say.” Rose nodded her head, satisfied with what she had said to Nancy. "You're leaving already, I was thinking we're going to have lunch together?" Nancy asked in surprise when she saw Rose standing up from her seat and was about to leave. Even Luthor had yet
Rose removed the phone from her ear while she used her pinky finger to scratch her ear with a calm expression on her face. “Father, what is the cause of why you just shouted at me? Did something happen because you nearly gave me a heart attack?” She finally asked after placing the phone back to her ear. Of course, she wasn't even flustered when she heard his voice not to talk of having a heart attack. " What do you mean by heart attack? I'm one who is on the brink of having a heart problem, not you.” William replied back angrily. “Alright, if that is the case, please make sure you contact the doctor and make an appointment. We can't have you having a heart problem because it would be a hassle to deal with. You can even ask the doctor to prepare a private ward room exclusively for you in case it’s for an emergency.” Rose dryly replied, which took both Luthor, who was driving and William himself aback in surprise. Never would he have expected such a dry response from Rose. There wa
However, the second car she picked was what made him lose his mind. He had told her to pick another car that was less but instead she went ahead to pick another expensive car which was just seven million dollars less than the Rolls-Royce. When she agreed to pick a less expensive car, he expected that she would go for the cars that cost just a few hundred dollars in the car shop since she already has one expensive one. “I see. If you have gotten a call from the company then why are you calling me to tell me that?” Rose asked. She knew what Williams' problem was but was acting ignorant to it. “Why shouldn’t I call you? I was sent the list of cars that you bought, so tell what a Bentley Flying Spur that cost eighteen million dollars doing in the list? Didn’t you and I agree that you would pick a less expensive car?” William asked back, a bit angry by how calm she was sounding after just squandering that amount of money to buy cars. “Yeah, we did agree that I should pick another car
“Sir, we are ready. I think we should leave early so that we wouldn't be late." William's secretary informed him. He had another meeting he needed to attend but he couldn't help but call Rose when he was given the report of what she bought."You seem to be very busy, father. Let's talk later.” Rose, who had heard the secretary's voice in the background, quickly used the opportunity to hang up the call before William could reply back to her. “That damned brat." William couldn't help but let out a curse when the call hung up. Of course he knew there would be no next time to talk about the matter. Besides, he came to realize that it was useless talking about it with Rose because she had already bought the car. He would just have to deal with the issue whenever Beatrice hears about it because she would definitely throw a fit.Rose let out a small scoff after she hung up the call. In her previous life, she didn't have the guts to do things like this and go against her father but this wa
What does that supposed mean? She had been coming here for the entire week without seeing anyone and today she decided to come here too. It was the weekend so she believed that all of the family members would be around at home and someone would attend to her.“Why can't I this time around? You should be aware that I have been visiting this place for the entire week, right?" Rose asked. “Well, I know that. It would have been easier to let you in if the Anderson family were in the residence. None of the family members are around because they have gone to the Anderson family house.” The security guard informed Rose.‘Great, I came here for an entire week but wouldn't be given an audience. Today, I should meet the family mother who is asking me to find them. They all went to the Anderson family house.’ Rose grumbled in her head in frustration.“Thank you for your time." She finally told the guard and made her way back to the car.“What's wrong, Little Rose?" Luthor asked, when he saw tha
---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