LOGINRose relaxed visibly when Chris told her he wasn’t angry. The tension she had been carrying since the hallway incident finally eased, and her guarded expression softened. Now that she knew exactly who he was, she returned to her usual calm and composed self. “Thank you again,” Rose said sincerely.
After finally finding her voice and recovering from the sting on her cheeks, the woman Rose had slapped straightened herself, her eyes blazing with humiliation and rage. “You—!” she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at Rose. “Do you know who I am? You think you can just lay your hands on me and w
The three women had initially thought they could intimidate Rose with their haughty attitudes, scoffs, and sharp words. They laughed among themselves, exchanging sly glances as if they had already won the encounter. “You really think you can talk to us like that?” one of them sneered, her tone dri
After excusing herself, Rose confidently approached the same server who had brought her juice earlier. She smiled politely and stopped him. “Excuse me,” she said softly but clearly. “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” The server, a young man with a polite but reserved demeanor, paused
That was when a man approached her, interrupting her peaceful moment. “You must be Chairman Gray’s daughter,” he said with a smile. Rose looked up slightly, surprised. “Yes,” she replied politely. “I’m Miles Kent,” he introduced. “The oldest son of the hosts.” Rose inclined her head respectf
Rose never actually went anywhere near the restroom. The excuse had only been a convenient way to slip out of the circle of men without drawing attention. Lingering around them any longer would have been pointless, she had already achieved what she came for. Listening to extended discussions about







