Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 341 Overheard Something She Shouldn't Have Rose looked happy today. Miles hadn't seen her smile in a long time. He sensed that she was at ease and wanted to indulge her. A wild red flower bloomed on the steep slope. She picked the flower and was about to give it to Oliver when she heard a voice.

"Jon!" She recognized that it was Anastasia. She was talking to Jonathan. She didn't want to eavesdrop, but her feet seemed glued to the ground.

She saw Anastasia's back. She occasionally fiddled with her hair. It reminded Rose of a woman talking to her lover.

"You drank too much and turned off your phone last night, right? You should rest for a while. Well, I'll miss you too. I'll see you when I get back." Although it wasn't clear, Rose could just about hear what Anastasia had said. Although the two had only been in Aquastead shortly, they seemed very familiar! She felt her heart tighten uncomfortably. But suddenly, she realized something and smiled bitterly.

He had given the ring to Anastasia. Although she was the adopted granddaughter of the Youngs, she grew up in Regalia and received a wealthy lady's education.

One was the leader of the Finches, and the other was the granddaughter of the Youngs. They were the perfect match.

Rose thought that she shouldn't feel uncomfortable. Even though it was an arranged marriage, they were married nonetheless.

No matter what he wanted, he had to end his relationship with her first! What had he done? Damn it! Despising his handsface, she gritted her teeth and thought that he was a scumbag. She didn't want to overhear anything else that would piss her off. So she quickly put on a fake smile and walked down the steep slope back to Oliver.

She thought she had hidden her emotions well enough. But he stared at the red flower on her hand.

"This..." She lowered her eyes in confusion and saw the broken red flower. Its branch had snapped, and half of its petals had fallen off. She couldn't help but twitch her mouth and silently curse herself. "I'll pick another one." Just as she was about to turn around, he smiled and said, "No need. This one is just fine." He took the flower from her hand. Although it wasn't perfect, she had picked it for him. He held it carefully, as it was holding the most precious of treasures.

"Rietta likes red flowers, and so do I," he murmured.

Ever since his fall, only Henrietta seemed to exist in his world. She put Jonathan out of her mind and focused her attention on Oliver.

"Grandpa, I also like red flowers." They looked at each other and smiled happily. The wind was blowing gently at the foot of the mountain by the sea. But all of a sudden, the clear skies gave way to heavy rain. Everyone ran into the orphanage. Oliver had planned to stay the night. After lunch, he took his medicine and rested in a prepared room. Rose sat by the window. For sreason, she wanted to know what Jonathan was doing. He still affected her mood even when he wasn't around.

Rose stood up abruptly and irritably. She could barely be here alone, let alone think about things she shouldn't. She walked out of the room, looking for Miles.

Outside, the rain had stopped. She thought about going to the beach. When she found Miles, he was on the phone. She assumed that he was just handling the Young's business in Regalia.

She waited for a while, but he received calls one after another. Only then did she realize that as Oliver's most valued grandson, Miles wasn't only in charge of the Young's House of Jewels but also their other properties.

He was always a busy man. Ever since she met him, she had always been taken care of by him. But she rarely cared about him. All she could do was not to disturb him or cause any trouble.

She left quietly. As she approached the orphanage, a figure suddenly moved into her line of sight. It was the old woman she met before! She immediately followed her into the alley not far ahead. But when she walked over, the old woman had disappeared. She looked around, wondering where the old woman was.

Suddenly, she heard slight moans. She was startled. As a grown woman who had slept with Jonathan before, she naturally knew what those moans were.

The moans sounded close by. It sounded like they cfrom behind the wall before her.

She was a little surprised. Although the orphanage was in a village, she hadn't seen any young people. But the moaning sounded like a young woman's moan. She frowned.

As soon as the idea of exploring cto her mind, she was stunned by the increasingly excited shouts of pleasure. Only then did she realize that she was eavesdropping.

Since she had accidentally encountered the situation, she felt it was okay to stay a little longer. But how could she explore the sounds? She quickly gave up the idea and continued to look for the old woman. As Rose left, the couple continued their tryst in the room hidden behind the wall.

On the floor, sclothes had been cast aside. The woman on the bed was Kelly. With her was the man she had called earlier-Nixon. She didn't expect him to arrive so soon.

She never even expected that he would meet her as soon as he arrived. The minute she found this hidden room, he blindfolded her with a thick black cloth to block her sight. She knew he wouldn't let her see him, but it didn't matter. She didn't care who he was as long as she got what she wanted.

"Ah!" He hit her when he realized that she hadn't even noticed that he had finished. She promptly cto her senses and requested his help.

"I need you to do something for me."

Nixon froze but wasn't too surprised.

She wouldn't have given him something without expecting something of him in return. Sure m enough, this was the Kelly he knew. He lowered his voice and said, "Go ahead."

"There are smountains nearby. It should be easy to make an old man accidentally fall somewhere it?sewhere in them, won't it?" she asked with a sense of won't mysteriousness. He raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to kill someone?" Old man? Was she referring to Oliver? She was so bold and vicious! "Don't talk nonsense! What I want is an accident, not a murder!" She didn't like the word kill. But if Oliver died, she would becthe kindest and most innocent lady of the Youngs.

He lifted her chin.

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