Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 459 Mistaken The look in the woman's eyes sent a shiver through Rose. It made her wonder if Yvonne had hoped for someone to save her that night. She felt a deep sense of guilt toward Yvonne, who thought only of her safety, even in danger. Rose couldn't help but think that if she had been quicker or had noticed something was amiss earlier, perhaps Yvonne wouldn't have suffered such a terrible fate.

As she closed the closet door, she stared into the woman's eyes and firmly stated, "I will save you!" Rose vowed to save the woman, but first, she had to deal with Jack.

Using her phone's light, she searched the room for anything useful. Her eyes fell on the bedside table, where a collection of adult toys lay. Her expression hardened with disgust, for she knew Jack intended to use these on the woman. Rose picked up a pair of handcuffs and a heavy iron tool from the table before sitting on the bed. The light on her phone went out, and darkness enveloped the room once again.

She waited silently for Jack's arrival.

Not long after, the sound of the door opening echoed, and a sliver of light from the hallway illuminated the room before the closed door blocked it out again. Footsteps approached, steady and deliberate.

As Jack moved closer, his heart pounded with an uncharacteristic intensity. He realized that he was treating "Daisy" as a stand-in for Yvonne. Unlike the other women, she had been given spiked water under his orders. "How are you feeling?" Jack asked, peering into the shadows where Rose's silhouette sat.

Remembering the celebration party, he felt a complete sense of control and superiority. He took out a necklace and handed it to the figure at the head of the bed.

"Put this on," he said.

Rose frowned. She couldn't see what Jack was offering her, but her body stiffened when she reached out and touched it. It was a necklace. She took it without hesitation and gripped it tightly in her hand. "You're quite obedient today." Jack had completely regarded the woman before him as Yvonne's substitute. The corners of his lips curved up in satisfaction.

However, upon recalling that fateful night, he grew increasingly dissatisfied. "I shouldn't have fallen for your sweet words that night and given you the antidote. Look at you now... You're so much better this way." Jack watched the figure in the darkness from his position of power, casually swirling the wine glass in his hand. The person in front of him was completely under his control, so he was in no hurry as he leisurely took a seat beside her.

"Heh, I wonder what's becof you. The Young family's hospital has kept everything about you so tightly under wraps. Is it because of your friend Rose?" Jack muttered, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and malice.

"I often think about whether you're dead or not. Maybe you're still alive but can't speak. Otherwise, why would Jonathan be investigating what happened that night?" He continued, his words laced with both excitement and madness, slightly slurred from the alcohol. "If you could talk, you'd surely tell Rose and Jonathan that I was the one there that night. Jonathan wouldn't have needed to investigate then." He knew that if Yvonne had revealed his identity, he would have already suffered the consequences of Jonathan's revenge. As Jack spoke, Rose listened, her grip tightening around the necklace in her hand.

What Jack didn't know was that Yvonne was awake, lying in the hospital, enduring the torment of her injuries. Even so, Yvonne refused to tell her what had happened that night. She was protecting Rose by keeping quiet, but Rose couldn't stand by and let her friend suffer alone.

In the darkness, Rose's resolve hardened. Regardless of Jack's affiliation with the formidable Finch family, she would ensure he paid for his actions.

Rose carefully pocketed the necklace and reached for the iron tool she had prepared in advance. Lost in his monologue, Jack remained oblivious to her actions. He continued to sip his drink leisurely, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

"You really care for Rose, don't you? But I'm so disappointed," he murmured, a tinge of bitterness in his voice. "You trickedinto sending her away, and I did as you asked. But instead of keeping your promise and playing along, you chose to jump... throwing away your life, just like that." The image of Yvonne leaping down replayed in Jack's mind. For sreason, aside from the initial anger and coldness, a different emotion had begun to grow within him. "What a shame..." He sighed before his tone turned cold again. "But it's okay. This villa isn't high enough for you to get seriously hurt if you jump." Jack laughed coldly. Suddenly, he turned to Rose, gazing at her with eyes clouded with desire. He began, "Tonight, I've prepared the sentertainment as before. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." With a careless flick of his wrist, Jack discarded his wine glass onto the bed.

He intended to conquer the "Yvonne" before him, even if this person was merely a stand-in for the real one. Reaching out, Jack suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head as if something had struck him hard. He let out a muffled groan.

He was taken aback by the unexpected resistance from "Daisy," just like Yvonne had done. Strangely, her defiance only fueled his excitement.

In his eagerness, he failed to consider how the woman, who had supposedly drunk the drugged water, still had the strength to fight back.

By the the realized something was amiss, it was too late. After hitting him, Rose swiftly handcuffed one of Jack's wrists to the bed frame.

"You..." Jack finally grasped what was happening. Rose stood beside the bed, having reversed their m positions. Still in shock, Jack couldn't believe what was unfolding. "You didn't drink the water?" He was confused as Yael had assured him that he had seen her drink it. Ignoring his bewilderment, Rose knew that Jack's free hand was still a threat. She swiftly grabbed his other wrist. This time, Jack reacted and struggled instinctively.

He believed that even with one hand cuffed, she was no match for him After all, the strength of a man like him should easily surpass that of a woman, regardless of her dance-honed agility.

However, he had underestimated his opponent. Rose's grip was firm and unyielding. Despite his attempts to break free, she managed to cuff his other wrist and secure it to the opposite bedpost. Without wasting a moment, Rose turned her attention to his legs.

Relying on her memory from earlier, she quickly found two ropes on the nightstand and deftly tied Jack's legs to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.