“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
“G-good afternoon, ma. How may I help you?" The guard asked, almost losing his composure when he saw that the owner of the car was a young beautiful girl. He was expecting someone that is a lot older to be the owner.“I came here to seek an audience with the Anderson family." Rose replied, finally turning her head to look at the guard.“Um…..which of the Anderson family are you here to see, ma?” The security guard asked again."I believe the person I'm here to see is whoever is the head of the Anderson family.” Rose casually replied. She didn't know who was the head of the family but she knew whoever is the Patriarch is the person she wanted to meet. “Do you have an appointment with the Patriarch then, ma?” The guard questioned again but Rose shook her head.“You won't let me in because of that?" Rose asked back.“Yes, ma. I can't let you in because only family members are allowed in. You can only enter if you have an appointment and I get confirmation from the main mansion about you
Luthor couldn't help but smile in amusement when he heard the security guard. Rose had done it again. She just has a unique way of making people agree with her and getting what she wants. She was right, the more time he spends with, the more he knows about Roseline Gray.“Let them know that I came from the Gray family. They might not know my name but inform them I'm related to Ruby Walter.” Rose told the security guard."I-I understand, I will inform them now, so please wait a bit.” The security guard replied and walked back to the guard house to make a phone call to the main mansion.A few minutes earlier before Rose arrived. In the main mansion of the Anderson family mansion. Frank had gathered almost all of his family in the main living room. Just like he had told Julian, he asked Julian to come along with his wife after she arrived back in the country yesterday with his own wife.“So you're telling me that Ruby's daughter is back in the country? Since when have you known about th
"Shut up!” Victor snapped sharply, his voice quivering with rage. The injustice he felt burned like a firestorm inside him. “They beat me up! They should be begging for my forgiveness! I’m going to sue them all and throw them in jail!” His eyes blazed as he glared at the crowd, his words venomous. “How dare you mess with me? You’re all dead!” The crowd erupted into sneers and laughter. “If anything happens to us, the world will know it’s the Grays who did it,” someone retorted. “You’ll face justice soon enough.” Another voice chimed in, “Miss Rose Gray, it’s pointless to be kind to people like them. They don’t know the meaning of gratitude!” “They’re heartless,” a third agreed. “The more you tolerate them, the worse they’ll treat you.” “Some people are just born wicked,” an older man said, shaking his head. “Victor Gray is the perfect example.” Rose, standing at the center of the storm, glanced at Victor with a faint trace of pity. She sighed softly and said, “But he’s still my
The Gray couple stood devastated, their carefully constructed façade crumbling under the weight of the truth. William seemed to freeze, his face twitching with barely restrained fury. For a moment, he looked like a man teetering on the brink of madness. How can I possibly agree? Everyone is watching and listening. But those shares are mine. MINE. Rose kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her shoulders hunched like a frightened lamb. Her small frame trembled slightly, evoking pity from the onlookers. Poor girl. The crowd whispered amongst themselves. Born into wealth but treated like an outcast in her own family. Even her own father uses her without hesitation. Beatrice’s fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Her mind was racing. No. We can’t give those shares back. They’re ours. Sophia’s and Victor’s future depend on them. She can’t take them from us! Sophia stood frozen, her face burning with suppressed anger. Yet, she dared not speak, remembering the backla
"How could a father steal from his own daughter? Or is she not even considered his daughter?” “Is the Gray Corporation really that desperate now?” Outraged whispers spread among the crowd. Some female reporters expressed their disgust. “Do you only see your son as your child? What about your daughter? This is outrageous!” Someone chimed in, “He surely cares for his daughter, it all just depends on which daughter you're referring to. And it's obvious that you mean Sophia. Look at her outfit! That dress alone is worth more than $100,000, and her jewelry must cost a fortune of a million. However , look at the poor Miss Roseline Gray…” All eyes turned to Rose, and the difference was undeniable. “My God, it seems like the ex-wife’s daughter hasn't been treated well.” “It’s clear who gets the love and resources in this family…” Beatrice Gray’s face tightened as she realized the shift in the room’s mood, but it was too late. Sophia, unable to contain her anger, stood up and snapped a
It was a speech prepared and arranged for Rose to deliver, and it would have sounded far more convincing if she had done so. However, Rose had stayed quiet the entire time, leaving William Gray with no choice but to do it himself."Fake? Photoshop? That’s the best explanation you can offer? Ridiculous! Do you think we’re so blind that we can’t tell the difference between fake and real? Does he truly think we’re stupid?"Some reporters exchanged skeptical glances, their pens pausing mid-sentence. The crowd seemed to share the same sentiment, murmuring in agreement, except for a small group of reporters.Before the other reporters had the chance to challenge him, a few voices rang out from the front row.“Mr. Gray is absolutely correct," one reporter said with exaggerated conviction. "The video lacks credibility. It's easy to manipulate footage these days, especially with advanced editing software."Another voice quickly added, "I agree. It’s well-edited, but if you look closely, you
---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