Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 385 Jealous Yara marched up to Kate and gripped her by the arms. "What did you just say?" Startled, Kate eyed Yara with bewilderment. She had mentioned only one nearlier, and that was Jonathan's. She said carefully, hoping she was answering Yara's question, "M-Mr. Jonathan Finch." She saw Yara's eyes light up. "Jonathan... Jonathan..." Yara mumbled under her breath, her mood lightening as a sudden thought crossed her mind. "This is perfect! Don't you see? This is my chance!" Her chance to get close to Jonathan, the new person in charge of Rise Entertainment, and have him handle the controversy before it spiraled out of hand. As long as she could see him-or rather, let him see her-she was confident she could make him fall for her. Yara could already see her plan falling into place. Feeling victorious, she turned to Kate and ordered, "Put out a statement using my social media account and make it sound like I was so focused on my work that I didn't pay attention to any scandal, false or not.

"Tell everyone that I think the last actress fitted the role more than I do, and that I'm quitting so that she can reprise it." "Quitting?" Kate repeated, mortified. "But what about all the lengths you went to to get the role?" By that, she meant the destructive scandal Yara had crafted so that the unfortunate actress would be so ostracized that the movie producers would sack her. However, Kate dared not elaborate on this. Yara ignored Kate's concerns and sauntered over to the mirror, admiring her sculpted figure and angelic face.

It was just as well that she backed out of the movie. At least then she would have tto conjure up ways to ensnare Jonathan and marry him. Jonathan was practically hers for the taking. Meanwhile, Jonathan was outside Young Estate. He closed his eyes in hopes of getting srest, but Rose filled his mind and stole sleep from him. It was past midnight, and the sky had yet to break with dawn's first light.

Finley lay asleep inside the car. When his eyes fluttered open and he did not see Jonathan anywhere, he bolted upright.

He hurried out of the car and spotted a towering figure in the distance, creating a dark silhouette against the night.

The figure appeared to be staring in Young Estate's direction, looking for all the world like a stone statue gazing upon the estate with longing. The figure was none other than Jonathan.

"Tsk," Finley clicked his tongue, sighing. A few months ago, Jonathan would never have predicted himself to be standing in front of Young Estate like a lovesick fool. He must really have been in love with Rose.

Jonathan couldn't tell where Rose was. He couldn't see through the walls of the mansion, after all. However, just knowing that she was somewhere beyond those walls assured him.

Rose had been in the funeral hall of Young Estate since her return. She had not left her post. She was already injured from the blast, and she had lost sweight after days of exhaustion. Miles couldn't bear to see her like this. "Go get srest. I'll take over." "No," Rose said.

She wanted to stay with Oliver for just a while longer. She did not feel tired at all, at least not in the physical sense. Only sheer will kept her upright at the moment.

But no sooner had she refused Miles' offer did her head swim with fatigue. She braced through it, but the next wave of exhaustion crashed over her and the room spun.

Her body went limp as she swayed, and she would have hit the ground had Miles not caught her in time. "Go and get srest," Miles repeated more firmly.

He was not making a suggestion this time. He was ordering Rose to get ssleep. Without another word, he hauled her up and frog-marched her to the guest room in Young Estate.

Rose was too tired to protest. Her body had been so deprived of rest that sleep claimed her as soon as she hit the mattress. Still, hers was not a restful slumber.

She kept drifting in and out of dreams. Nothing seemed real anymore, and she awoke with a pain in her chest. She got up and threw the curtains back, opening the window.

The sky was still dark, and the night air was crisp and fresh. She took deep breaths of it, feeling the pain in her chest subside. Once she was feeling better, she decided to head to the funeral hall to stay with Oliver.

Rose had only just turned from the window when she spotted a dark figure against the night. She was staying in one of the rooms on the second floor, which gave her a full view of the scene beyond the estate walls.

Outside the estate, the street light added inches to the tall and lean silhouette. Despite the distance between them, Rose could make out Jonathan's features. What was he doing here? Had he been there the entire night? Rose's heart tightened at the thought of this as a wave of emotion coursed through her.

While she was lost in her thoughts, the night breeze picked up. She shuddered as the chill kissed her skin. She saw the tall silhouette under the street light curl up against the breeze as well, wrapping his arms around himself.

She frowned at this. The breeze showed no sign of relenting and instead grew stronger, rustling the branches and leaves.

At that moment, Rose closed the window and hurried downstairs. She kept thinking about Jonathan standing under the street light and made up her mind to see him outside the estate.

She had only just reached the bottom of the stairs when someone called out from behind her. "Are you going to see him?" Rose turned to see the owner of the voice rising from the couch and approaching her. It was Anastasia.

The lights in the living room were dim, but Rose could tell from one glance that Anastasia had been waiting here for a while, perhaps in anticipation of her.

As for the "him" that Anastasia had mentioned...

"He is the head of The Finch Group. You've been in Aquastead all this time, so even if you heard about the mighty Finch family you couldn't possibly understand the power that family wields," Anastasia said, drawing close enough to look down her nose at Rose as if assessing her imperiously.

There was contempt in her eyes, the kind that served to remind Rose that this was Regalia and that she held the court.

"Do you know how many heiresses and socialites are crawling in Regalia? Jonathan would never marry a nobody from Aquastead," Anastasia continued icily, implying that Rose's presence was insignificant in this city.

Rose fell silent. Just as Anastasia believed Rose was stricken by her vicious words, Rose prompted nonchalantly, "And?" Anastasia frowned at the curt, unaffected response and wondered if Rose was simply too stupid to understand the implication, or if she was deliberately ignoring it.

She did not mince her words this tas she elaborated, "Marrying an easy into the Finch family isn't feat. Jonathan is out of your league. Don't think that you've won just because you got a marriage license with him in Aquastead. You will never be Mrs. Finch!"

Anastasia leveled a vicious stare at Rose, hoping to drill those words into the latter's bones. She waited to see how Rose Would respond. She expected disappointment, shame, and diffidence to flicker across her face. However, the only one who was disappointed was Anastasia. Rose did not so much as falter, and she returned Anastasia's icy stare with nonchalance.

Angered by this, Anastasia was about to insult Rose even more when the latter suddenly said, "You want to marry Jonathan." Anastasia gaped at her.

Rose knew she had guessed right.

Anastasia wanted to marry Jonathan. She did not let she Anastasia speak as she added, "So you're jealous of me. You're jealous that I got my marriage license with Jonathan and you didn't!" Once again, her words left Anastasia stumped. Rose smirked. She had spoken Anastasia's mind, and she did not look the slightest bit affected by the latter's intentions.

Anastasia's pride felt attacked when she saw the arrogance with which Rose regarded her. She thought about the controversy surrounding FMZ Media that was surely orchestrated by Jonathan and how he bad been waiting outside Young Estate all night.

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