Anderson estate After dinner, Rose moved down the corridor carrying a polished silver tray in her hand . Upon it sat a delicate porcelain teapot, a matching cup and saucer, and a small bowl of sugar cubes. The scent of chamomile and honey drifted gently from the pot. When she reached Frank’s st
At the end of the hallway was a soundproof, dimly-lit private room that was always reserved for Victor’s old crew. The moment he stepped inside, heads turned. The room was thick with smoke. A low sofa wrapped around a glass table littered with half-finished drinks, ashtrays, and poker chips. The b
******* Back at the Gray mansion, chaos had erupted in Sophia’s wing. Her enraged screams echoed through the halls as objects clattered, shattered, and smashed against the walls and floor. Anything within her reach met a violent end. Her mind, overwhelmed with fury, replayed her humiliation at the
Meanwhile at Kings Corporation. Alex sat behind his imposing black desk, fingers steepled together as he reviewed the financial updates on his monitor. The numbers changed with the market pulse, but his expression remained blank. The quiet knock on the door didn’t surprise him. “Come in,” Alex
Rose stepped out of Elite Bank, her posture elegant, her expression light. A smile played across her lips—one that reached her eyes and lit up her features. Her aura, soft yet commanding, drew attention from the people around her. Some stopped in their tracks, others turned for a second glance, mesm
For a few more moments, they sipped their drinks in companionable silence. Rose’s phone buzzed quietly in her bag, but she ignored it. "By the way," Nancy added, changing the subject, "your financial reports were all approved. No issues at all. And your overseas transfer to the second property went