Rose was, needless to say, seething with frustration. She had grown weary of constantly pursuing you, as it seemed that no matter what she did, you were always there, lurking in the shadows. Whether she was attempting to fulfill a contract, a task she rarely accomplished due to your interference, or engaging with a client or associate, you were always present, like an unwelcome specter. Though she wasn't physically exhausted, the mental strain of being led on a perpetual wild goose chase was beginning to take its toll.

"I'm not in the mood for your games," Rose sighed, her voice dripping with bitterness. "You keep on leading me on these foolish chases, then perhaps it's time I bring my father into the picture," she threatened, her narrowed eyes fixated on you. Rose despised resorting to such tactics; she preferred to instill fear in others through her own merits. Utilizing her father's influence against someone was a crutch she detested, but she was reaching her breaking point.