Rose let out a sigh as she stared at the closed gate in front of her. She was still looking messed up and the pain from getting beat up was starting to get unbearable for her. She raised her hand up and touched her wounded face gently. “Tsk, I have to get these wounds treated immediately.” Rose mu
The driver was stunned and confused by the sudden turn of events. Rose came back to her senses and looked at the driver's gaze, not saying anything as she stood up slowly. If one only looked at her expression, they would have never known that she had just been in a car accident. Rose squinted and
She turned to look at the driver when she heard him and gave him a small nod. Rose tried to lift her legs, and with the slightest bit of force, an excruciating pain tore up her legs, causing her to groan a bit. “I'm sorry, let me give you a hand." The driver quickly rushed over to assist Rose. Jus
Rose, sitting quietly on the bed, barely reacted as the doctor began to pick gravel from her wound with precise, steady hands. Her eyes were distant, lost in thought. To her, these doctors were nothing more than fleeting faces, people she would never meet again once she left. There was no point in w
The nurse’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” "Ah, I’m sorry." The nurse's face flushed with embarrassment as she paused in her nagging, realizing that she said something that she shouldn’t have. She made up the details of a familial soap opera in her head, and she g
The driver seemed to want to contact the girl’s family because it wasn’t proper to leave such a young woman at the hospital by herself late at night, but she was quite stubborn and didn’t give him any information. He had been worried about Mr. King, who had been waiting downstairs because it was h
She glared at him. This person must have been so used to having his way that he didn’t even give her a chance to refuse. She tried to struggle but found herself unable to pull away. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the coldness of his earlier demeanor. "You can’t stay here alone, a
Rose's sharp eyes took it all in, but she wasn’t particularly surprised. She had encountered her fair share of grandeur in her life, and her thoughts were too busy with more pressing matters. “Young master, you've arrived.” A middle aged woman walked over to them and greeted them. She was the fem
--- 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
……… 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
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
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
********* 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
Rose, who heard Beatrice’s voice paused and looked at Beatrice, her expression blank but her posture poised. Beatrice clasped her hands together, her tone pitiful. “Rose, I… I know I’ve made mistakes. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand. Please, don’t leave. We’re f
--- The Gray mansion loomed under the overcast sky, its towering structure a stark reminder of the battles fought within its walls. Two days had passed since Rose signed the contract, transferring her shares to William. But her mind was far from defeated. She had called her uncle, Julian Anderson,
‘My wife is right. She's changed. She's plotting something,’ William thought, his suspicions solidifying. "So, she’s put her guard up against me," he muttered in a tone only he can hear, his expression darkening. If that’s the case, I’ll have to get rid of her soon. But the tens of billions he cra
"Father?!" William snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Rose's voice next to him. Rose frowned at the way William jolted at her words. It's obvious he was daydreaming, but the fact that he was wasting her time was even more annoying to her. “Do you have something else to.say?" She asked. Fo