The woman's lips curled into an excited smile as she scanned the clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Among them was a school uniform.She paused, staring at it momentarily before her smile took on a colder edge as if she had just made a crucial decision. She reached for the uniform and changed into it.Staring into the mirror, she saw a young schoolgirl reflected back at her.With the wedding concluded and the guests departed, the hotel settled into its usual rhythm. Eleanor had delayed Jonathan, but once he had seen her off, he immediately headed downstairs."Where's Rose?" Jonathan asked as he exited the elevator, with Finley and Leonard following closely behind."Mrs. Finch left with Mr. Xanth in his car," Finley said, watching Jonathan carefully. He hesitated before finally speaking up. "Mr. Finch, Clover has been spending a lot of time with Mrs. Finch. Should we do something about it?"Jonathan frowned. "Can you stop him?"Finley fell silent, acknowledging that they couldn't
Eleanor immediately rejected the idea of inviting Rose to their home. She was worried that Jonathan's fascination with Rose would only lead to more paranoia and surveillance, which was becoming a nuisance.Suddenly, she thought of something. "I heard that Anastasia has gotten a divorce. Is that true?""That seems to be the case. Ms. Young and Anthony had been going through the divorce process for quite some time, but the Weasley family is resisting. "The media speculated that the divorce would never happen, but it finally did," Anna responded, clearly well-informed about the latest gossip. However, she couldn't quite grasp why Eleanor was suddenly interested in this. Eleanor didn't elaborate further.Regalia's high society had indeed been abuzz with recent events. First, the eldest daughter of the Maize family married the Finch family. Now, Anastasia had finally ended her own marriage.Rumors had long circulated that she was enamored with Jonathan. Now that she was single again
Having accepted the woman's apology, Lizzie decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. She gazed at the woman intently, a profound idea forming in her mind as she thought about the upcoming Young family charity auction."You have yet to pay your respects to Mr. Young Senior since his passing. It's only fitting that you do so now that your identity has been reestablished," she said.The woman felt a twinge of hesitation but knew better than to argue with Lizzie. "Alright. I shall visit him first thing tomorrow morning."Early the next day, the woman arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. She gently placed them before Oliver's grave, her eyes fixed on the weathered photograph on the tombstone. A mix of cold determination and satisfaction flickered in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light as she removed her sunglasses and mask. "Grandpa, I'm back. Do you still recognize me?" she rasped. Without waiting for a response, she continued in that same rough tone,
"Rose, how would you feel if someone from your past, someone you haven't seen in a long time, suddenly came back?" Miles asked, gazing up at the pitch-black sky."Someone from the past? Is this why he's drinking tonight? Could it be related to the secret he was hiding that day?" Rose mused. She smiled faintly. "Is this person a dear friend of yours?"Miles' eyes flickered with an indiscernible emotion. Over the past few days, he hadn't been able to track down the mysterious woman from the cemetery. However, he had watched the surveillance footage countless times, growing more certain with each viewing that the woman was Harriette.After the tragic accident all those years ago, everyone believed that Harriette had perished, but her body was never recovered. She was neither found alive nor confirmed dead."If it really is Harriette…" Miles thought as he stole a glance at Rose. He hesitated momentarily before deciding against mentioning Harriette. "She's... someone closer than a
Still reeling from her humiliation at the wedding and its aftermath, Yara finally snapped. She marched up to Rose and gave her a hard shove.Caught off guard, Rose staggered backward, only to be steadied by a pair of soft, delicate hands. The hands were gentle, yet firm.She instinctively turned to face her rescuer and found herself momentarily captivated by the stranger's appearance.Long, lustrous hair framed the woman's face, accentuated by an elegant beret perched atop her head. A black skirt and white blouse gracefully highlighted her slender figure. Though dark sunglasses concealed her eyes, the woman's refined features still managed to convey an unexpected warmth."Are you okay?" the woman asked, her raspy voice taking Rose by surprise.Sensing Rose's discomfort, the woman smiled wryly. "Sorry, my voice isn't the most pleasant. I suffered an injury years ago, so..."Realizing her mistake, Rose quickly apologized. "No, I didn't mean any offense. I..." She had no intention
Many guests at that night's charity auction saw through Anastasia's underlying motive but chose not to mention it."How would I know about Mr. Finch's plans?" Anastasia replied with a coy smile. She didn't mind being misunderstood.In truth, she had extended an invitation to Jonathan, but she wasn't sure if he would attend. Nevertheless, she had dangled a tempting lure, one that she hoped would be irresistible to him.Just then, Anastasia felt someone's gaze on her and looked up to see Rose approaching. "Ah, she's here. Good," she mused."Please excuse me for a moment," Anastasia said with a smile, gracefully excusing herself from the conversation and heading straight toward Rose.Upon reaching her, Anastasia slipped her arm through Rose's in an intimate gesture.Rose frowned. "You asked me to come, and here I am. You promised to tell me about Kelly's whereabouts. I hope you're not going back on your word.""I wouldn't dream of it," Anastasia replied, her smile taking on a more
Emily and Clover arrived together and were soon led to their seats by an attendant. She followed his line of sight and quickly understood his mind. After scanning the room, she glimpsed Rose first and said, "Mr. Xanth, Rosie is right there!"When Clover saw Rose, he couldn't help but notice Miles beside her. Why were they together? They seemed to be chatting about something. Despite the distance, he could see Rose's distinct smile. He scoffed and stared disdainfully at Miles. At that moment, he had an impulse to sit beside Rose."Sir, miss, the auction is about to begin. Here are your seats," the attendant reminded them.Clover furrowed his brows, and Emily grasped his intention. "Mr. Xanth, there isn't an empty seat… over there. We should lay low here in Regalia."He had no words to refute. Watching Miles stroking Rose's head, he huffed and reluctantly sat down, clearly jealous.Taking it in, Emily couldn't help but tease him. "Mr. Finch is the one Rosie likes, but why are you
"Isn't that the woman who splashed wine on Ms. Young earlier?""Who is she? Do I live under the rock or what? How do I not know of such a figure in Regalia?""One million? Sure, the suit has great craftsmanship and materials, and belonged to Mr. Young Senior, but one million dollars far exceeds its original value.""Right? She's lavish. Who is she?"Discussions from all corners of the venue began. Suddenly, a person noticed Miles beside her. "You guys, look! It's Mr. Young!" They were shocked to see them seated together."Oh, I remember now. You guys, tell me that isn't the young woman who carried Mr. Young Senior's memorial photo at his funeral!"That reminder quickly refreshed their memories. "You're not wrong…""See? I'm right!""Is she a Young family member? Why have I never seen her? What's her connection to the Youngs?"The numerous questions piqued everyone's interest in the crowd, but they were sure of one thing."Regardless of who she is, having the honor to carry Mr