"You little rude brat! This is Senior Nia and shows some respect when you talk to your seniors." One of the lackeys behind Nia yelled at Rose who was unfazed by the yell. “Rude? There is a difference between being rude and asking a question. Besides, I'm not the one walking up to someone and askin
Rose didn’t answer Nia’s question. She held the knife in her left hand and pointed at her right hand. “Let’s gamble a hand.” What the hell? Gamble a hand? Was she mad? Rose paused for a moment before she continued, “Show me evidence and this hand is for yours to cut; If not, your hand is for m
“Rose, let's go and report to the teacher's office. I say we handle it ourselves but those damn teachers would eventually intervene.” Sandra said to Rose as she dropped her bag on Kehlani's desk. “Don't worry-" Rose was unable to finish speaking when the assistant Head of Teaching arrived in the c
" That's because your sister was acting like she was found on the street and brought up in a rich family. Same goes for you as well. I'm sure your parents would be disappointed in you both.” Sandra didn't back down easily and attacked Nia. “Assistant Head, did you see this? How can a senior like m
Although it looked simple to make a scalpel, the difficulty was definitely not low. It was necessary to mix the pigments into a metallic color and make sure that it did not appear transparent in a very thin state. Rose picked up another ‘scalpel’ and smashed it onto the desk. The blade shattered in
And if it were to be followed through, there was nothing else that could be done. Nia raised the corners of her lips and gave Rose a provocative look. Rose continued to stay calm and said to the assistant Head of Teaching, “The time of the incident was within seven days. The retention of surveilla
“You don’t want her to go pick up the books?” Sandra asked. “It’s not important,” Rose casually replied. She didn’t really care that her books were scattered around the back of the classroom. Those books had no use for her. And even if someone were to pick those books up, it should be the person
“My dear, this would be your room. I have everything prepared for you but if you don't like anything there, let me know so that I can have it changed for you." Karen said as she stood in front of the room door she had paid her attention into decorating for Rose during the week. It was one the reason
--- 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