Rose sent a quick smile at Theresa, gently nodding at her before shifting her gaze back to the woman. “Well, there you have it. From this moment onward, you are banned from shopping at the store in the future. I would suggest that you comply with this small request of ours because it would be considered as trespassing if you ever attempt to cross the line." Rose gave the woman a stern warning, her voice sounds very dictative. "You….you can't be serious, I don't understand what sort of prank you guys are trying to pull off but there is no way I would believe whatever you say until I speak to whoever is in charge of this place directly." The lady still stubbornly refused to comply with whatever Rose said. “Little girl, I don't know who gave you the idea that you can just come here and throw down some invalid orders here. Do you know who this woman is to me? She is my fiance and I will not let her be ridiculed by a child like you.” The burly man suddenly spoke. He hadn't interfered m
"How dare you?!......" “Did you see that everybody? This is how they treat customers with no regards. What would stop them from acting the same way to you if they openly acted this way toward us." The lady quickly addressed the crowd in a loud voice, ignoring Jane completely. Theresa couldn't help but shake her head in disappointment when she saw what the lady was doing. “So this is how you decide to play with me now." She muttered to herself. It turns out she was right from the moment she saw the lady in her store. The latest development of Theresa's clothing brand had been a great boost for business and Theresa’s clothing design also attracted a lot of customers to shop at the store. The news traveled quickly and in just a few days other business rivals were able to notice the drastic decline in the sales. As a result, Gladys, who was Theresa’s arch rival, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She had used all of her connections to make sure that Theresa wouldn't be
Although, Rose's outfit was looking very expensive thanks to the fact that she got the dress from the Anderson family.…but the same couldn't be said to Luthor who was putting on his normal casual clothes. Consequently, Lydia instantly branded Luthor as her scapegoat after Rose left. Therefore, Lydia intentionally snatched the jacket out of Luthor's hand to create a scene which would set up as a stage for her to execute her original task. Lydia thought everything was working according to the way it was planned. If there is one thing most of the wealthy individuals love, then it was that they all loved to be treated with high regard based on their status, and they would definitely be dissatisfied when it eventually turns out that Theresa's store values the lesser class of the society more than those who were considered as the elites. Lydia thought she had found the perfect excuse but one thing she didn't know was that she was the one following into the trap Theresa had set up for h
Theresa closed her eyes for several seconds as she sucked in deep breath and released the gas back to the atmosphere in order to calm her nerves. After opening her eyes again she took a step forward to also address the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Madam Theresa, the owner and manager of this store. Firstly, I would like to say thank you for your consistent patronage and sincerely apologize for allowing this commotion disrupt your shopping experience. Based on whatever this woman has said, I don't have any explanation so I won't stop anyone if you intend on leaving because I'm practically used to it." She declared in a prideful demeanor as she wasn't planning on intriguing into dead weight that could drown her. "It might seem inappropriate but I've come to learn that the ones who stick by your side are the ones that truly matter. This store has a different policy compared to that of other stores and I'd like to stick with it because my job as clothing store owner is to provide
"It doesn't matter because we also know that Gladys sent you both to ruin the business reputation I have worked hard for some many years to build. I don't understand why she is desperately doing all so that she can see me fall into ruin but I need you to also relay a message for me." Theresa angrily spoke to Lydia. "Tell Gladys that I've always tried to maintain neutrality because of our past relationships but she had definitely crossed the line this time around. Therefore, if she was seeking a fight then she would get one ." "As for the both of you, I don't want to ever see you step foot in here ever again. So please take your leave." Theresa demanded as she pointed her finger towards the exit. “Of course, I totally have no argument with your decision, Madame." Lydia's fiance amicably nodded at Theresa. “Babe, how can you agree with this?! Aren't you supposed to fight back instead of letting this woman insult us like this?" Lydia was taken aback by her fiance accepting Theresa
“Don't worry, I think you should consider changing your profession and venture into the entertainment industry. I bet you'd become a star in no time given how quick you are q at getting into trouble just like me.” Rose continued to tease Luthor. "Are you serious about that, little Rose?” Luthor raised his brow at Rose, who chuckled at him along with Theresa as well. “Are you done picking out the clothes you want?" Rose asked him, switching the topic to something else. “Yes, Miss Anna had already helped me pick the clothes so I'm satisfied with them." Luthor nodded his head. “Okay, then I will quickly make a short round of shopping because we have somewhere to go." She told him. " Alright Rose, I will head back to my office or do you need me here?" Theresa asked but Rose shook her head. “There is no need. After I pick out what I want, we will be leaving. As for our discussion, I will call you later, Mrs. Theresa." Rose replied and Theresa nodded at her before walking back to her
" Mom, I think you need to thank Rose because she got this for us.” Amelia suddenly told her mother while gesturing at the shopping bags on the table. “My goodness, Rose, you didn't have to do this for us-" Maya turned to look at Rose because she knew what was inside those bags already without being told. “Please, Mrs. Maya, it's nothing much. It's just a little gift I want you to accept without thinking much about it.” Rose quickly said to stop Maya from making a big deal out of it since she just willingly bought everything for them. " I….I don't even know where to start arguing with you. Thank you so much. I don't know how to begin my appreciation but you've been an angel to my poor family ever since you met my son and even the first day we met, you helped me out with my problems as well. After that, you gave my son a job that is worth calling a job. Thank you so much, dear." Maya appreciated as she reached out to grab Rose's hand. Her voice and expression was filled with sinc
“Luthor, you're here already?” Maya was the first person to notice her son walking in. "Yeah and what are you three ladies talking about?" Luthor asked as he sat next to Rose. “Brother, Rose was just letting us know where you went and confirming if you already told mother about it before you leave." Amelia explained to him and Rose simply nodded her head in agreement. “Alright. But I'm done now so we can take our leave now, Little Rose." Luthor told Rose. “You guys are leaving already?" Maya asked, thinking they were both going to stay for a while. “Brother Luthor, how about we wait for a while and eat lunch here. I skipped breakfast so I'm a little bit hungry." Rose told Luthor. First of all, she didn't want to leave just yet and again she was really hungry after refusing to eat breakfast back at the Anderson's mansion. Luthor could only agree with Rose which made both Maya and Amelia stand up from their seats to go and serve them. After having lunch, Rose and Luthor left the s
However, amidst their yelling, Karen wasn’t done. “Let's not pretend you’re here because you care about my Rose. I don't care much about high society but I have enough information to know that you and Beatrice are never friends and you just proved me right. You saw a chance to use my Rose to humiliate Beatrice in public. But the truth is—Beatrice doesn’t even see you as a rival. You’re not a threat to her. You’re just a footnote.” That did it. Even though Karen didn't like Beatrice, she had to use her as a weapon to damage Margret. And it was true in some ways, Beatrice never saw Margaret as a rival and that was why she left her off. Beatrice is more cunning and has better things to do than Margret. On the other hand, Margaret’s face turned red, her voice rising. “You arrogant little—! Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?!” “I’m someone you should’ve never insulted,” Karen replied coolly. “Especially not in front of witnesses.” “You're such a bitch! You even
Karen returned with graceful steps, wiping her hands with a silk handkerchief as she approached the table—only to stop mid-step at the sight before her. Three women, overdressed and oozing fake charm, surrounded Rose, who looked irritated and uncomfortable. Karen’s expression hardened immediately. “Is there a problem here?” Karen asked smoothly as she walked up to the table, though her voice was laced with sharpness. Margaret immediately changed her facial expression as she turned without even bothering to look properly. “Oh, relax. We’re just having a friendly chat. Nothing that concerns—” She paused, eyes scanning Karen lazily. Then scoffed. “Oh. You’re the lady that was with her earlier?” Margaret blinked, her voice condescending. “How… quaint. Let me guess—you’re her assistant or... manager?” Rose blinked, trying not to laugh. It was obvious now that these women were actually dumb. Even if Karen is not well known amongst the high socialist thanks to the fact that she lives t
From across the room, Margaret Pezz had been watching like a hawk. Dressed in an ivory designer set and dripping in gold jewelry, Margaret whispered something to her friends, eyes gleaming. With Karen out of the way, it was time to make her move. She strutted over, her heels clicking arrogantly against the marble. Two overdressed women followed her like loyal shadows. “Roseline, darling!” Margaret said with feigned delight, placing a hand on the back of Rose’s chair as if they were long-lost friends. “I couldn’t believe it was you! You look absolutely radiant in person.” Rose looked up slowly from the food menu she was still checking out, expression unreadable. “Do I know you?” Margaret laughed, her voice grating. “Oh, we haven’t officially met. I’m Margaret Pezz—a very close friend of Beatrice, your stepmother.” The moment she said Beatrice’s name, Rose’s expression soured. Margaret noticed and quickly backtracked, playing both sides. “But honestly dear, I never liked the way
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Anderson estate, bathing the grand dining hall in a warm glow. Rose sat at the breakfast table, quietly sipping her tea as Anne and Karen conversed about an upcoming events. "You should get some fresh air today," Anne suggested, eyeing Rose over her cup of coffee. Karen nodded in agreement. "Actually, I was thinking of taking her out. Just a small outing—maybe some shopping, a café stop. What do you think, Rose?" Rose blinked, caught off guard. "Shopping?" "Yes," Karen said with a small smile. "You could use a few new things, and a change of scenery might be nice." Rose hesitated. She wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy aimless shopping trips at the moment, but the way Anne and Karen were looking at her told her this was more than just a casual suggestion. It was their way of trying to spend time with her. And truthfully, a part of her was beginning to appreciate the warmth they offered. "Alright," she finally agreed.
Later that evening, Rose wandered through the grand hallways of the Anderson estate, her footsteps light against the polished floors. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to leave the comfort of her room, but something about the quiet atmosphere of the night made her restless. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of her grandfather's study. Hesitating for only a moment, she knocked lightly. "Come in," came the deep, commanding voice from inside. Rose pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding Frank seated at a massive mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey beside him. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the shelves lined with books and relics of the past. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, not looking up as he finished scribbling on a document. "Something like that," Rose admitted, stepping closer. Frank gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit." She did, expecting the usual quiet company they sometimes shared. But instead of returning to his work, Frank pulled o
The next day, Rose sat in the sunroom with Anne, sipping tea while flipping through an old book she had pulled from the family’s extensive library. The warm golden light streamed through the glass walls, casting soft shadows across the polished floor. Anne, ever the poised and graceful matriarch, studied her granddaughter with sharp yet affectionate eyes. "Are you comfortable, dear?" Rose glanced up from her book. "Yes, Grandmother. More comfortable than I expected to be." A rare, approving smile graced Anne's lips. "Good. You should feel at home here." Before Rose could respond, Karen entered the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Ah, perfect. You're both here," she said, taking a seat across from Rose. Anne arched her brow. "You sound suspiciously excited. What are you up to, my dear?" Karen smirked, “Yes, I'm excited, mother because I have some nice news for Rose.” she said then turned to Rose. "I had a little chat with Headmistress Moore this morning. She ag
Dinner continued with casual conversation, and despite how formal the Anderson household could seem, the atmosphere wasn’t tense. After finishing her meal, Rose excused herself, but before she could leave, Leo grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" Rose gave him a pointed look. "To see Grandfather." Leo blinked in surprise but quickly masked it. He let go of her wrist and shrugged. "Suit yourself. Just don’t stay up too late." Rose shook her head and walked off. However, she didn't head straight to meet Frank, she made a quick stop at the kitchen. Frank’s study was dimly lit, the faint scent of aged paper and cedarwood clinging to the air. He sat behind his desk, flipping through a thick folder of documents. A soft knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” Frank’s voice called out, calm but firm. The door opened and Rose stepped inside, carrying a polished tray with a single porcelain teacup. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click. Frank looked up and paused, ey
“What’s going on here?” Rose’s voice was calm but firm as she stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over the tension-filled scene. She had spotted the standoff the moment she entered the stall. Sandra turned to her, arms crossed. “Oh, perfect timing. This girl thinks staring at a snack means she owns it.” The girl scoffed when she heard Sandra’s explanation. “And this girl thinks she can just take whatever she wants.” The vendor, seeing Rose enter the conversation, looked relieved. “Miss, maybe you can help settle this?” Rose exhaled, her gaze flickering between them before settling on the other girl with calm finality. “If you really wanted it, you should have asked the vendor to hold it for you. Since you didn’t, I don’t see why this is even an argument.” The girl frowned, seemingly unprepared for someone to shut down the situation with pure logic instead of fueling the fight. One of her friends stepped up, opening her mouth to say something, but Rose’s voice cut through th
After finishing their meal, the group began heading back to their private room when Sandra suddenly stopped. “You guys go ahead. Kehlani and I need to grab something real quick.” Kaleb raised a brow at her. “What is it?” “A snack I saw earlier,” Sandra replied, waving him off. “It won’t take long.” Austin sighed but didn’t argue. “Fine, just don’t get into trouble.” Leo glanced at Rose, but before he could say anything, she spoke first. “I’ll catch up with you. I want to check something at the next stall too.” Leo narrowed his eyes but didn’t question her, since he knew she wouldn’t tell him what it was. “Are you sure you don't want me to come along? The last thing I need is you getting lost.” He asked which earned him a glare from Rose. “I will be fine without you. And I will also catch up with both Sandra and Kehlani, ” She replied. Seeing that she wouldn’t let him go with her, he finally relented. “Don’t take too long.” With that, the three boys walked off, leaving the girl