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The following day was none other than the day of the banquet. Beatrice sat elegantly before her dressing mirror while an experienced stylist carefully adjusted the final details of her makeup and hairstyle. A satisfied smile rested comfortably on her lips as she admired her flawless reflection.
Rose folded her hands together on her lap before speaking. "If we arrive together, there'll be rumors. The banquet will be attended by politicians, business leaders, and influential families." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want everyone talking about us before we're ready." She paused briefly
Three days had passed since Sophia and Henry's engagement banquet. The excitement surrounding the event had gradually faded, and everyone's lives slowly returned to their usual routines, as though the dramatic incidents that had unfolded that evening had become nothing more than distant memories.
The nearby guests couldn't help smiling. "What a sensible young lady." "She's incredibly mature." "She speaks with remarkable grace." "Madam Donna truly raised her well." Instead of putting Rose in an awkward position, Sophia had somehow become the one making unnecessary remarks. Sophia heard
The banquet continued in high spirits. Elegant conversations flowed effortlessly from one group of guests to another while the orchestra filled the magnificent banquet hall with soft classical melodies that blended perfectly with the lively yet refined atmosphere. Although Sophia and Henry's engag
Grace immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness!" She turned around with a guilty expression, quickly looking Rose up and down. "I'm so sorry, dear. Did I hurt you? Are your feet alright?" Rose couldn't help smiling at the woman's anxious reaction. "I'm fine, Aunt." She lightly squeezed Grace's hand. "Y
The soft click of Rose’s heels echoed lightly along the marble corridor as she headed downstairs. But just as she got to the main living room, she froze. Standing by one of the tall windows was Pamela, dressed in a simple but elegant cream-colored dress, her posture straight, her expression gentle.
Meanwhile, Luthor pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of the elegant restaurant. “We’ve arrived, little Rose,” he announced. Rose picked up her bag and turned to him with a gentle smile. “Brother Luthor, why don’t you go visit your family for a while? I’ll call you when I’m done.” Luthor
The matriarch leaned back and stared straight at Charles. “Charles.” He nearly jumped. “Y-Yes, Mother?” “Shall we begin with you?” she asked coolly. “Or would you prefer your siblings hear the list privately?” Charles paled. But Donna continued mercilessly. “Three lawsuits settled quietl
Rose could feel Alex’s gaze drilling into the side of her face even though she stared stubbornly out the window. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t blinking, probably. Just watching her. Waiting for her to talk. Finally, unable to endure it anymore, she slowly turned toward







