Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 561 He Treats Rosie So Well "Yes. You're right. This is the best outcpossible," Miles said, his voice as steady as ever as if nothing had changed. "I'm glad you're happy for Rosie. You don't have any objections to Grandpa's will, do you?" As he spoke, his eyes briefly flicked to Anastasia, who was still seated on the couch.

The news that Rose had inherited the entire Young family fortune would inevitably spread across Regalia, especially with the media present at the Xanth family banquet.

Although Chloe might not be aware yet, both Harriette and Anastasia had been there, so they were well- informed.

"None at all!" Harriette was quick to respond, her words bubbling out as if she were genuinely overjoyed. "Grandpa tookin and gavea home. I've always been so grateful for that. Any decision he made is the right one. "Besides, Rosie is Grandpa's real granddaughter, his bloodline. Everything in the Young family rightfully belongs to her!" Her words were filled with so much sincerity that, if Miles hadn't already known she was an imposter, he might have believed her.

"What about you, Anastasia? What are your thoughts on this?" Harriette asked, trying to deflect the attention from herself for fear of her facade slipping. She swiftly turned to Anastasia, who was on the couch. In the brief moment when she turned her back to Rose and Miles, the joy on her face darkened, and her expression soured noticeably.

Anastasia witnessed the sudden shift and was momentarily taken aback. Harriette hadn't even bothered to hide her disdain. It was as if she didn't consider Anastasia worth the effort of pretending around. Feeling Miles' expectant gaze, Anastasia shrugged nonchalantly. "I have no objections either." After all, there was nothing she could object to. Initially, she had contemplated claiming a share of the Young family's wealth.

However, she gradually realized that she couldn't outmaneuver Miles. His unwavering determination to honor Oliver's will and secure Rose's inheritance rendered any resistance futile.

Moreover, since Harriette's return, Anastasia had lost not only her opportunity to contest the will but also her status as the Young family's eldest daughter. Now, she was nothing more than a laughingstock within Regalia. Even armed with the knowledge of Harriette being an imposter, the repercussions had already taken their toll. Her true identity had been exposed during that charity auction, where her deception of posing as the Young family's eldest daughter was revealed for all to see.

Even if the truth about Harriette was revealed, Anastasia knew she could never reclaim her status, so there was no point in resisting.

At this point, she was more interested in seeing how long this imposter Harriette, who was actually Kelly, could keep fooling Miles.

Her gaze briefly drifted toward Rose, and a faint smile crossed her lips. She was well aware of the complicated history between the Shaffer sisters.

A part of her regretted sharing the information about Harriette's true identity with Jonathan. She could have stayed on the sidelines and watched the unfold. Still, it was for the best. At the very least, Jonathan now owed her a favor. With a soft chuckle, Anastasia rose from the couch and headed upstairs, leaving nothing but her silhouette.

Harriette's eyes immediately narrowed as she caught the intentionally carefree laughter. She turned to Miles, feigning a pout.

"Miles, did you see that?" Then, shifting her attention to Rose, her tone turned soothing. "Rosie, don't let her upset you. Anastasia has been with Young Group for years and likely feels entitled to a share.

"It's understandable she's unhappy with Grandpa's decision, but her opinion holds no real weight." Harriette's voice echoed throughout the hall. Anastasia could hear her but chose not to defend herself. She didn't even look back once and simply continued to her room upstairs.

Rose felt a strange sense of unease. She wasn't upset-not at Anastasia, at least. In fact, the laugh hadn't bothered her in the slightest. It was Harriette's reaction that left her feeling unsettled.

"I'm hungry," she suddenly stated. She had barely eaten anything at the banquet.

Rose was aware that Miles mentioning beef stew was an attempt to coax her back to the Young Estate, but at this moment, she genuinely craved the dish.

"You're hungry? Perfect timing! Mr. Miles had the kitchen prepare beef stew earlier. I'll have it brought out right away," Patrick said as he quickly set things in motion.

Rose's appetite was excellent that evening. She ate much more than usual, and Miles stayed by her side the entire time, gently serving her food with care and affection.

His attentiveness was palpable, and Harriette, sitting beside him, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. "Miles, you really do treat Rosie well," she commented, resting her chin in her hand, her gaze a mix of feigned admiration and envy.

In the past, such a remark would have prompted Miles to swiftly balance his attention, serving Harriette a dish to appease her.

Yet, that evening, an unusual pause hung in the air. He didn't make any move, nor did he spare her a glance. Harriette was momentarily stunned.

Just as she started pondering the reason behind this sudden shift, Miles finally scooped sof her favorite dishes and placed them on her plate.

"Etta, both you and Rosie are very dear to me," he said softly, his tone as warm and doting as ever. Harriette's doubts melted away, her smile returning as she relished the food Miles had served. "You treatvery well, too, Miles!" she exclaimed, satisfaction evident in her voice.

en However, when she caught sight of Rose's contented smile, her inner turmoil resurfaced. She desperately wanted to ruin that smile and carry out the task Lizzie entrusted her with She was already plotting how to achieve it, completely overlooking the significance of Miles' words.

"Etta, both you and Rosie are very dear to me," he had said. But Harriette wasn't the real Harriette.

After Rose finished her meal, she retired to her room to rest while Miles retreated to his quarters. Meanwhile, Harriette found herself standing before Anastasia's door.

Anastasia had already settled into bed when her phone chimed with a message from Harriette. "Open the door." The words resonated like a command from a master to a servant.

Anastasia frowned and was initially unwilling to comply, but curiosity got the better of her. "What does this Kelly want now?" she wondered.

She opened the door, and Harriette slipped inside without hesitation before shutting the door behind her.

Leaning against the door, Harriette stared at Anastasia with an unguarded intensity. "You saw I wasn't happy earlier. Are you not going to tell Miles about it?" She was referring to the look Anastasia had caught in the living room earlier, the fleeting glance that revealed Harriette's true emotions.

Naturally, Anastasia understood what Harriette meant. She met the woman's gaze, remarkably unafraid. "Tell him? Even if I did, do you think he'd believe me?" A smirk tugged at Harriette's lips. "Good. As long as you know that."

Her tone took on a warning edge as she added, "Remember, as long as I'm around, you'd do we to keep your head down. Don't even think about Don't stirring up trouble." "Sure," Anastasia replied, her unbothered response taking Harriette by surprise. Anastasia was only there to observe the , with no real intention of taking action. Her calm compliance left Harriette momentarily confused.

The lack of fear from their encounter at the temple left Harriette feeling unsatisfied. It was as if she had tried to scratch an itch but couldn't quite reach it.

Frustrated but unwilling to escalate the situation, she turned toward the door, ready to leave. Just as she reached for the handle, Anastasia's voice rang out from behind her. X