The assistant was taken aback by Silas' demeanor. However, interpreting his nonchalant attitude as that of a typical client coming to collect his garments, she proceeded with her duties.

"Jamie, what's gotten into you? You're practically ogling. Pull yourself together!" Lydia chided, tugging Jamie's arm.

"Mom! Look at that man. He is so handsome! I've never seen such a pretty face in my life," Jamie gushed, her excitement palpable.

"Enough of that. You're a woman of means; act like it. No matter how handsome he may be, he's still just a man," Lydia scolded, though she couldn't help but steal glances at Silas.

Something about him seemed familiar, and his icy gaze sent shivers down her spine.

As the assistant pondered how to handle the situation, the crisp click of high heels echoed from the staircase.

"Are you two quite finished?"

Silas turned his attention to Rose, who had just arrived. His eyes narrowed as he observed the aggression emanating from her demeanor.

Jamie exclaimed, her expression twisted

impact Rose, the illegitimate daughter, had on the former's relationship with their father,

remarkable talent. Excelling academically and displaying exemplary character from a young

with such coldness and distance. Rose might have

approached Lydia and Jamie, each step

captivated her, causing her heart to flutter uncontrollably, just as it always

felt like the striking of midnight, a cruel reminder

harbored a secret hope that he would find a more suitable

eyes burned with hatred as she observed Rose's remarkable success. Her anger simmered beneath the

am working right now. We can talk after work,"

unable to unleash her pent-up frustrations on Lydia and Jamie. She grappled

depths of the slums to her current position, and she was determined never to return to square one and endure

on

venomous tirade. "Rose, you may be a renowned designer now, but your arrogance and temper have worsened over

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