Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 350 Making A Deal With Him Rose clenched her fists subconsciously. She suddenly realized that things were not as simple as she had thought. She stared intently at Nixon, but he only had a strange smile that was barely visible in the dim lighting.

"It's not what 'we' plan to do, it's what Kelly wants to do!" From the moment Nixon decided to take revenge, Kelly had already been erased from his heart. He held onto her weaknesses, forcing her to submit beneath him. Watching her terrified demeanor, he felt nothing but disdain and satisfaction.

Kelly had asked him to kill Oliver. But he was no longer swayed by her acts. He had no intention of keeping any of her secrets.

Rose swallowed silently. "What is Kelly planning to do?" As she kept trying to guess, it slowly becclear to her.

Without hesitation, Nixon said, "I guess... she is plotting to take Oliver's life. She'll try until she succeeds. It's probably for the money!" The Young family was swimming in wealth.

"But even if she didn't do these things, she would've still gained a lot from the family with her status. Why ..." Why would she be so intent on taking Grandpa's life? This question had been lingering in her mind ever since she suspected that Kelly was up to no good. Now she seemed closer to the answer. Perhaps Kelly wanted to inherit everything that belonged to the Young family. Or, perhaps... she was afraid! Afraid that, in the end, she would get nothing. As for the reasons behind it...

Rose's gaze deepened as the sound of waves crashing filled the air. After a while, Rose snapped back to reality and turned to Nixon.

"Kelly doesn't love you. Is it worth doing all this for her? How about we discuss a business deal instead? You release Oliver, and I ..." Rose paused.

She knew Nixon harbored shatred toward her. What she was about to say would only put her in an even more embarrassing situation. But, for Oliver's sake, Rose continued, "I'll do whatever you say!" Do whatever he says? Nixon sized up Rose. Her hair was slightly tousled by the sea breeze, but it didn't make her seem disheveled in any way. In fact, she looked beautiful. With her determined gaze, she was simply stunning.

Nixon's heart skipped a beat. "We were once engaged and dated for so long. But the closest we ever got to intimacy was holding hands. Unfortunately ..." Nixon had never considered anything beyond that with Rose. However, at this moment, he realized he hadn't dared to entertain such thoughts back then because Rose belonged to Jonathan. Even though he despised Jonathan, subconsciously, he didn't dare to covet his woman.

Realizing this, a thirst for revenge surged within him. Nixon observed Rose as he advanced toward her slowly, his gaze unabashed. "You'll do whatever I say? Sure. But remember, those were your own words. Don't go breaking promises you've made." He had once considered blowing up this ship in front of Jonathan, leaving him helpless. But now, what if he gave Jonathan a surprise before that...

Thinking of the humiliation he endured that day being ridiculed in public, Nixon's eyes turned increasingly manic. Ashe reached out for Rose, he grabbed her wrist tightly.

How could Rose not understand his intentions? Disgust filled her. But at that moment, she had to suppress her disgust and hold up her end of the bargain.

"Release them first!" Rose glanced around at the water surrounding them. "Send them back." "Send them back? That's not an option!" At this moment, even though Jonathan was delayed by the blown-up bridge, Miles was still at the orphanage. He could not put himself into that trap. The sea was the safest place for him now.

Rose gritted her teeth and was about to break free from Nixon's grip. However, Nixon preemptively said, "No need to hurry. It's about tnow." Nixon was hinting at something. He smiled at Rose, knowing that everything was under his control. "I will let them go as you wish. Besides, I don't want to be interrupted by them! Haha..." If it weren't for not wanting to provoke Nixon, Rose would have slapped the smile off his face. Rose suppressed all her disgust and followed Nixon toward the stern of the ship.

As she did, she noticed a small speedboat tied to the back of the ship. Rose's eyes lit up, and ideas of rescuing herself flashed through her mind.

But Nixon saw through her thoughts with a glance. "Do you think you can take them away alone? I know you're trained for this. Knowing you, I might not necessarily win if it's just the two of us. But don't forget, you have two pathetic people weighing you down!" Nixon bluntly stated the reality of her situation for her. He then handed Rose a bottle of water. "Drink it." Rose knew that the "water" wasn't actually water. But what choice did she have? "Drink! Otherwise..." Nixon smiled and revealed a knife that he had hidden somewhere. In the cold moonlight, an icy gleam danced off the knife. Even a shallow stab could prove fatal in the vast emptiness of this deserted sea. Rose didn't dare to try and snatch the knife away. She could only take the water and gulp it down. She glared at Nixon and asked, "Are you satisfied now?" "Yes, of course." Nixon chuckled, setting down the speedboat.

The water Rose had just consumed took effect in just a short time. Fatigue overcher body. But fortunately, apart from feeling powerless, she could do nothing else.

As if afraid that Nixon might change his mind, Rose quickly dragged her body toward the cabin. Upon entering the cabin, the old lady who had been unconscious this whole twoke up.

Seeing Rose, she instinctively called out, "Rietta ..." "Granny, can you get up?" Rose tried to help the old woman up.

The old woman tried and, upon getting up, noticed a photograph on you the floor. Muttering to herself, she said, "How did this fall? We should keep it safe. This is our treasure." Saying this, she picked up the photo and tucked it into her shirt.

Oliver was shocked when he heard her call Rose "Rietta". Oliver glanced at her suspiciously but was unable to probe further. Rose was already behind him, pushing the wheelchair with both of them toward the cabin exit. Oliver thought that they were no longer in danger. But when they reached the stern and cface to face with Nixon, he realized something was amiss.

He grabbed Rose's hand abruptly. "What are you doing?" The urgency and concern in his eyes stung Rose's heart for a moment.

However, without a hint of emotion, Rose reassured him with a smile "Grandpa, I'll help you off the boat." The speedboat was already ready to go. Oliver tightened his grip on Rose's hand. "You're coming with me, right?" "Yes, that's right." Rose nodded. Even though she had assured him, Oliver still held onto her hand tightly.

Nixon watched this scene and chuckled mockingly. "An outsider would think that you two were blood relatives!" X