LOGINOn the opposite side of the ballroom, William's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly. Although he and Beatrice had already known that the Anderson family was aware of Rose, neither of them had expected such a public declaration. Beatrice unconsciously tightened her grip around the designer
The whispers throughout the magnificent ballroom continued growing louder with every passing second. What had begun as quiet murmurs exchanged between only a handful of curious guests quickly spread across the entire banquet hall like ripples through still water. The atmosphere, which had been liv
A tall middle aged man stepped inside,.dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated his confident bearing. The newcomer carried himself with effortless confidence, an easygoing smile, and the relaxed charm of someone who could make conversation with anyone. As soon as he reached the
The moment Frank and Anne saw her approaching from the distance, both of their faces immediately lit up with unmistakable joy. "There she is," Anne said happily, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. Without waiting for Rose to walk all the way to them, Anne stepped forward with surprising
The following day was none other than the day of the banquet. Beatrice sat elegantly before her dressing mirror while an experienced stylist carefully adjusted the final details of her makeup and hairstyle. A satisfied smile rested comfortably on her lips as she admired her flawless reflection.
Rose folded her hands together on her lap before speaking. "If we arrive together, there'll be rumors. The banquet will be attended by politicians, business leaders, and influential families." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want everyone talking about us before we're ready." She paused briefly
Rose’s palm slammed down on the table with a sharp crack. The sound sliced through the room like a whip, startling everyone—Mr. Grant included. “That. Is. Enough.” Her voice was low, trembling not with rage but restraint. Jerry blinked, caught off guard. Then, regaining himself, he leaned forward
Together, they stepped out into the bright afternoon light, but before they reached where the car was parked, Luthor spoke under his breath. “You recognized her, didn’t you?” Rose’s steps didn’t falter. “No.” Luthor gave her a sideways glance. “Really?” “She’s irrelevant,” Rose said, her tone coo
Rose sat quietly as they waited for their order to arrive. The air between the three of them lingered in awkward silence. She leaned back in her seat, her gaze shifting toward Simon, who had his eyes fixed on the table like a kid caught doing something wrong. “So,” Rose began lightly, crossing her
“I need information,” she replied. “I want you to find out everything you can about someone. I can't access this on my own.” The person Rose was referring to was none other than Henry. In her past life, Rose had known very little about him—about who he truly was or the kind of life he had lived be







