“Well, I did see him holding the jacket and I collected it from him. It's not like he had paid for it to lay claim on the jacket as his. Besides, why are you asking me such a question? This man had the audacity to call me shameless and unreasonable. I will show him just how unreasonable I can be, so I will take this jacket.” The lady arrogantly replied. “You're just another spoiled lady with no manners, young lady. I picked that jacket first, so deal with it however you like but hand over the jacket to me.” Luthor remarked. He didn't want to get into an argument with this lady in the first place but seeing how she was comfortable with cheating him irked him off. ‘Just why can't rich kids be sensible like Rose? They have one thing in common, throwing tantrums and requesting things that aren't theirs to take.’ Luthor thought to himself. Anna creases her brow upon hearing the woman's words as well. “Ma'am, just like my junior said and you also admitted that this man took the jacket fi
Anna immediately lowered her face to the ground in embarrassment for failing to perform her work effectively. "I'm sorry for disappointing you both." She made a very sincere apology. Although Theresa was seriously annoyed at Anna because she expected her to have handled this situation more severely seeing how the lady was being extremely unreasonable at the moment. However, Rose on the other hand seems to be less bothered about this incident. "It is not your fault. I know that people like them are quite troubling to deal with." She consoled Anna in a calm manner. "And who are you?" The lady questioned Rose's identity when she saw the young girl walking up to them. But got no response because Rose had intentionally ignored her. Rose was completely focused on checking Luthor, who had a scowl on his face.. "Are you alright?" She asked Luthor simultaneously in a concerned tone. "Yes. I'm fine." Luthor responded with a genuine smile on his face as he was truly relieved that Rose h
Rose sent a quick smile at Theresa, gently nodding at her before shifting her gaze back to the woman. “Well, there you have it. From this moment onward, you are banned from shopping at the store in the future. I would suggest that you comply with this small request of ours because it would be considered as trespassing if you ever attempt to cross the line." Rose gave the woman a stern warning, her voice sounds very dictative. "You….you can't be serious, I don't understand what sort of prank you guys are trying to pull off but there is no way I would believe whatever you say until I speak to whoever is in charge of this place directly." The lady still stubbornly refused to comply with whatever Rose said. “Little girl, I don't know who gave you the idea that you can just come here and throw down some invalid orders here. Do you know who this woman is to me? She is my fiance and I will not let her be ridiculed by a child like you.” The burly man suddenly spoke. He hadn't interfered m
"How dare you?!......" “Did you see that everybody? This is how they treat customers with no regards. What would stop them from acting the same way to you if they openly acted this way toward us." The lady quickly addressed the crowd in a loud voice, ignoring Jane completely. Theresa couldn't help but shake her head in disappointment when she saw what the lady was doing. “So this is how you decide to play with me now." She muttered to herself. It turns out she was right from the moment she saw the lady in her store. The latest development of Theresa's clothing brand had been a great boost for business and Theresa’s clothing design also attracted a lot of customers to shop at the store. The news traveled quickly and in just a few days other business rivals were able to notice the drastic decline in the sales. As a result, Gladys, who was Theresa’s arch rival, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She had used all of her connections to make sure that Theresa wouldn't be
Although, Rose's outfit was looking very expensive thanks to the fact that she got the dress from the Anderson family.…but the same couldn't be said to Luthor who was putting on his normal casual clothes. Consequently, Lydia instantly branded Luthor as her scapegoat after Rose left. Therefore, Lydia intentionally snatched the jacket out of Luthor's hand to create a scene which would set up as a stage for her to execute her original task. Lydia thought everything was working according to the way it was planned. If there is one thing most of the wealthy individuals love, then it was that they all loved to be treated with high regard based on their status, and they would definitely be dissatisfied when it eventually turns out that Theresa's store values the lesser class of the society more than those who were considered as the elites. Lydia thought she had found the perfect excuse but one thing she didn't know was that she was the one following into the trap Theresa had set up for h
Theresa closed her eyes for several seconds as she sucked in deep breath and released the gas back to the atmosphere in order to calm her nerves. After opening her eyes again she took a step forward to also address the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Madam Theresa, the owner and manager of this store. Firstly, I would like to say thank you for your consistent patronage and sincerely apologize for allowing this commotion disrupt your shopping experience. Based on whatever this woman has said, I don't have any explanation so I won't stop anyone if you intend on leaving because I'm practically used to it." She declared in a prideful demeanor as she wasn't planning on intriguing into dead weight that could drown her. "It might seem inappropriate but I've come to learn that the ones who stick by your side are the ones that truly matter. This store has a different policy compared to that of other stores and I'd like to stick with it because my job as clothing store owner is to provide
"It doesn't matter because we also know that Gladys sent you both to ruin the business reputation I have worked hard for some many years to build. I don't understand why she is desperately doing all so that she can see me fall into ruin but I need you to also relay a message for me." Theresa angrily spoke to Lydia. "Tell Gladys that I've always tried to maintain neutrality because of our past relationships but she had definitely crossed the line this time around. Therefore, if she was seeking a fight then she would get one ." "As for the both of you, I don't want to ever see you step foot in here ever again. So please take your leave." Theresa demanded as she pointed her finger towards the exit. “Of course, I totally have no argument with your decision, Madame." Lydia's fiance amicably nodded at Theresa. “Babe, how can you agree with this?! Aren't you supposed to fight back instead of letting this woman insult us like this?" Lydia was taken aback by her fiance accepting Theresa
“Don't worry, I think you should consider changing your profession and venture into the entertainment industry. I bet you'd become a star in no time given how quick you are q at getting into trouble just like me.” Rose continued to tease Luthor. "Are you serious about that, little Rose?” Luthor raised his brow at Rose, who chuckled at him along with Theresa as well. “Are you done picking out the clothes you want?" Rose asked him, switching the topic to something else. “Yes, Miss Anna had already helped me pick the clothes so I'm satisfied with them." Luthor nodded his head. “Okay, then I will quickly make a short round of shopping because we have somewhere to go." She told him. " Alright Rose, I will head back to my office or do you need me here?" Theresa asked but Rose shook her head. “There is no need. After I pick out what I want, we will be leaving. As for our discussion, I will call you later, Mrs. Theresa." Rose replied and Theresa nodded at her before walking back to her
"Shut up!” Victor snapped sharply, his voice quivering with rage. The injustice he felt burned like a firestorm inside him. “They beat me up! They should be begging for my forgiveness! I’m going to sue them all and throw them in jail!” His eyes blazed as he glared at the crowd, his words venomous. “How dare you mess with me? You’re all dead!” The crowd erupted into sneers and laughter. “If anything happens to us, the world will know it’s the Grays who did it,” someone retorted. “You’ll face justice soon enough.” Another voice chimed in, “Miss Rose Gray, it’s pointless to be kind to people like them. They don’t know the meaning of gratitude!” “They’re heartless,” a third agreed. “The more you tolerate them, the worse they’ll treat you.” “Some people are just born wicked,” an older man said, shaking his head. “Victor Gray is the perfect example.” Rose, standing at the center of the storm, glanced at Victor with a faint trace of pity. She sighed softly and said, “But he’s still my
The Gray couple stood devastated, their carefully constructed façade crumbling under the weight of the truth. William seemed to freeze, his face twitching with barely restrained fury. For a moment, he looked like a man teetering on the brink of madness. How can I possibly agree? Everyone is watching and listening. But those shares are mine. MINE. Rose kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her shoulders hunched like a frightened lamb. Her small frame trembled slightly, evoking pity from the onlookers. Poor girl. The crowd whispered amongst themselves. Born into wealth but treated like an outcast in her own family. Even her own father uses her without hesitation. Beatrice’s fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Her mind was racing. No. We can’t give those shares back. They’re ours. Sophia’s and Victor’s future depend on them. She can’t take them from us! Sophia stood frozen, her face burning with suppressed anger. Yet, she dared not speak, remembering the backla
"How could a father steal from his own daughter? Or is she not even considered his daughter?” “Is the Gray Corporation really that desperate now?” Outraged whispers spread among the crowd. Some female reporters expressed their disgust. “Do you only see your son as your child? What about your daughter? This is outrageous!” Someone chimed in, “He surely cares for his daughter, it all just depends on which daughter you're referring to. And it's obvious that you mean Sophia. Look at her outfit! That dress alone is worth more than $100,000, and her jewelry must cost a fortune of a million. However , look at the poor Miss Roseline Gray…” All eyes turned to Rose, and the difference was undeniable. “My God, it seems like the ex-wife’s daughter hasn't been treated well.” “It’s clear who gets the love and resources in this family…” Beatrice Gray’s face tightened as she realized the shift in the room’s mood, but it was too late. Sophia, unable to contain her anger, stood up and snapped a
It was a speech prepared and arranged for Rose to deliver, and it would have sounded far more convincing if she had done so. However, Rose had stayed quiet the entire time, leaving William Gray with no choice but to do it himself."Fake? Photoshop? That’s the best explanation you can offer? Ridiculous! Do you think we’re so blind that we can’t tell the difference between fake and real? Does he truly think we’re stupid?"Some reporters exchanged skeptical glances, their pens pausing mid-sentence. The crowd seemed to share the same sentiment, murmuring in agreement, except for a small group of reporters.Before the other reporters had the chance to challenge him, a few voices rang out from the front row.“Mr. Gray is absolutely correct," one reporter said with exaggerated conviction. "The video lacks credibility. It's easy to manipulate footage these days, especially with advanced editing software."Another voice quickly added, "I agree. It’s well-edited, but if you look closely, you
---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 soon as Rose entered the room with William, Beatrice, Victor, and Sophia, the reporters surged forward like a swarm of hungry predators."Roseline Gray, what’s your opinion on the recent video?""Roseline Gray, how do you feel about being attacked by your half-brother Victor Gray?""This isn’t the first time, is it? Why have you stayed silent about the abuse?""Your father didn’t defend you—have you ever resented him for it?""How do you feel about the way your stepmother treats you?""Doesn’t your stepsister Sophia support you either? Do you feel completely isolated?""Roseline Gray, I heard you came back to the country, so what did you do to be beaten up by your step brother?”Question afte
………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 irritation evident as Rose had made them for a long time on purpose.“Why are you wearing that? Pick a brighter color! You look better in something cheerful. And put more makeup on!” Beatrice protested as she scanned what Rose was wearing.‘What is she trying to do? Is she trying to look weak on purpose?’ Beatrice fumed internally. ‘This conference is meant to prove the video was false, not the opposite! If anything bad happens to my son, you’ll pay for it!’ she seethed.Rose’s eyes filled with tears as she replied meekly, “Dr. Noah said makeup could cause scarring if applied before my cuts heal. But I thought it would look too obvious without anything, so I used a little to cover most of the
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 his chair, studying the board with newfound respect. “You’re quite skilled. Your mother must have been an excellent teacher.”“She was,” Rose replied, her tone tinged with fondness. “She always said chess was like life. Every move matters, and you have to think several steps ahead.”Frank nodded, his expression thoughtful. “A wise woman. And what have you learned from this game?”Rose paused, a small smile playing on her lips. “That you’re cautious but adaptable. You test your opponent before committing to a strategy.”Frank raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Well observed. You’ve got a sharp mind, Rose. A rare gift.”“Thank you,” Rose said, warmth creeping into her voice.As the game p
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.”Anne smiled, the playful edge fading. “Well, as long as she knows I’m the most important one,” she said with a wink.Julian laughed, crossing his arms and leaning back casually. “I’ll tell you what Rose, in order to soften the situation. It would be best if you call mom ‘Grandma’ and father ‘Grandfather,’ Deal?”Rose laughed, feeling the warmth of their banter. “Deal!” she said, her heart lightened by the playful atmosphere. She totally forgot that she felt stiffened up earlier.“Well,” she said, giving Anne a quick hug, “I’ll call you Grandma, if you prefer that. I just... I think it slipped out. It feels right.”Anne’s face softened, her smile returning. “Of course, darling. I suppose
*********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 her inside, where Frank and Anne Anderson awaited in the living room. Despite the familiarity, Rose still felt a twinge of hesitation as she approached them.“Rose, my darling,” Anne said warmly, pulling her into a gentle hug. Her soft hair brushed against Rose’s cheek as she held her close. “I’ve been worried about you. I’m so glad you’re here now.”“Thank you, Grandma,” Rose replied, her voice steady though her heart fluttered at the kindness."My goodness, how on earth did you end up in this state? How dare William Gray let his incompetent fool do this to my precious child? Does he have a death wish?" Anne fumed, her voice trembling with rage. Though most of the wounds were finally heali