MasukBack at the mansion, Rose ate dinner quietly. The long day had finally begun to catch up with her, her body heavy with fatigue. After dinner, she went straight to her bedroom, freshened up, and changed into her nightwear. Instead of going straight to bed, she sat down on the plush sofa near the win
The Anderson estate was quiet when Rose arrived, its familiar gates opening smoothly as her car pulled in. The moment the maid informed Anne of her arrival, the older woman’s calm composure shattered. “Rose is here?” Anne asked in disbelief, already standing up. She didn’t wait for confirmation.
That night, after freshening up and changing into her night dress, Rose didn’t waste any time. She settled onto the edge of the bed, picked up her phone, and placed a call to Claire Renate’s Director of Private Clients. Within minutes, the fashion house understood exactly what she wanted and Rose
On the drive back to Glassrose Mansion, Rose leaned her head against the car window, quietly watching the city lights slide past. Her posture was relaxed, but Luthor caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and knew better—she was exhausted, even if she refused to show it. Rose, meanwhile, was
A sharp click sounded as Rose pressed a button on her desk, summoning Gregory. Since she didn’t have a secretary, she could only call Gregory direcy to her office. Gregory arrived promptly, looking both curious and prepared for whatever instructions the Chairwoman might have. Rose handed him th
Rose and Nancy returned to the chairman’s office, the quiet hum of the building making the space feel calm yet charged with purpose. Meanwhile, Luthor escorted Evelyn down to the parking lot, giving her a concise rundown of the evidence and strategy she would need to begin the case. Evelyn listened







