Rosalynn enjoyed her time decorating her new home, so much so that she hummed an upbeat melody the entire time.

Her apartment's new look provided a fresh perspective, and she felt as though she had been reborn into a new and better life.

Soon, dusk fell.

At Royarid Club, Brian sat on a massive, leather sofa and skimmed through the purchase contract in his hand.

Ayoung and attractive man stood in front of him, looking distressed.

"Mr. Hughes, | lost in the gamble. | hope that you will take care of the employees in my studio."

Brian pursed his lips as he stared at one of the documents. He was holding an employee evaluation record.

"Is this really Rose, the world-renowned designer?”

The other man nodded, his brows furrowed slightly. "Yes, of course. Rose prefers to keep a low profile. | hope that you will respect her privacy and treat her well in the future."

It was the very same woman that rear-ended him.

Brian's eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Rest assured. | will treat the employees in accordance to their value. You may go now.”

The young man paused and looked like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it in the end.

He pressed his lips together and let himself out.

Silence descended in the room as Brian continued to stare at the smiling woman on the file. Slowly, his lips stretched to a wild smile.

The following day was a Monday.

Rosalynn got up early and proceeded with her morning rituals. Then she took a taxi to work.

Her car had to be taken for repairs, so she could only use public commute for now.

She got out of the taxi at a bustling commercial area, and made a beeline for S.W. Studio.

She and her partner had founded the business a couple of years ago, and their studio specialized in decor design.

However, Rosalynn had never revealed her identity to the public. Nobody knew that she was

Rose, an up-and-coming designer who was making a name for herself on the international scene.

She was still a student two years ago, so her senior, Keegan Duffy, took charge of the business of their studio.

Now, Rosalynn was just half a year away from graduation. She decided it would be in her best interests to come to the studio for her internship.

Still, she didn't want to run into any unnecessary trouble, so she maintained her identity a secret and went for an assistant designer position.