Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

As soon as the call connected, Harriette started crying uncontrollably.

On the other end of the line, the man remained silent. The expected concern didn't cimmediately, causing

Harriette to pause. Fortunately, Miles' voice soon cthrough. "Harriette, please don't cry. Did something

happen? Are you hurt? Please don't cry..."

Every word she said carried an intense sense of care, reflecting on Miles's concern that she was familiar with.

Harriette finally felt relieved, though she was still crying. Hearing Miles on the other end of the phone sounding

even more anxious helped calm her down a little.

Between her sobs, she started blaming herself, saying, "Miles, it's all my fault. | shouldn't have gone to meet

that person, and | shouldn't have made Rose cwith me. I, I..."

It was followed by another bout of sobbing from Harriette.

"What's happened to Rose?" Miles asked.

Harriette heard the person on the other end of the phone suddenly stop breathing for a moment.

Even though Rose died in the warehouse explosion, she still cried deliberately out of jealousy and didn't

immediately respond to Miles' question.

Miles was clearly more anxious and asked urgently, "What's going on with Rose?" She could almost picture Mile's

expression at that moment.

"Boohoo, Miles, Rose is dead! She's dead, Miles. It's all my fault. Blme. | caused this harm to her."

The more anxious Miles became, the more guilty Harriette felt.

She was blaming herself, which only made sure Miles was unable to bring himself to criticize her.

After learning about Rose's death, Miles would probably rush back immediately. He was bound to investigate the

circumstances of what happened himself.

Anyway, she felt innocent about her actions today too!

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. It remained silent for so long that Harriette almost

thought Miles had hung up the call.

"Miles?" Harriette called out with a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

"Mhmm." Finally, there was a response.

For a moment, Harriette didn't know how to react. Fortunately, right after, she heard the familiar concern in

Miles's voice. "Don't be scared. It's not your fault. You didn't harm Rose."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded calm, and before hanging up,

he told Harriette, "Wait forto cback, wait for me! Wait..."

She hung up the call without waiting for Miles to finish speaking.

Harriette looked at her phone. The tears she had forced out earlier for a convincing performance were still on her

face. Now that she no longer needed to act, her smile had turned cold and indifferent.

She raised her hand and wiped away the few teardrops.

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Harriette laughed triumphantly. It seemed Miles truly cared for Harriette.

Upon hearing about Rose's death, he was still considerate of her feelings, telling her not to blherself or be

afraid. His trust in her was truly unconditional.

It was really quite nice.

From here on, she would get more involved in the business affairs of Young Group, and gradually encroaching on

their assets would definitely be easier.

Harriette was filled with anticipation.

At this moment, she was already celebrating in her heart.

She called Lizzie. With a demeanor that looked like she was seeking praise and with a hint of boasting, she said,

"Madam, | did it. She's dead! Rose is dead!"

Lizzie was currently at the location where Jonathan was on a business trip.

She was dressed in a black trench coat and a black hat. She was completely enveloped in black and almost

blended into the night.

A psychiatric facility experienced a warehouse explosion. A patient had taken a woman hostage and died in the

explosion.

She had known about this news early on.

After all, she was there to make sure that Jonathan was indeed not present in Regalia.

Two hours ago, she saw with her own eyes how Jonathan dropped everything at work and rushed to get into his

car...

Ha! Did he receive the news about Rose's death?

It seemed that Rose had truly passed away!

"You're doing great." Lizzie was in a wonderful mood and generously praised Harriette without holding back.

"It's all thanks to madam's arrangements." Knowing that Lizzie had leverage over her, Harriette acted like an

obedient kitten in front of her.

They continued to exchange spleasantries and then ended the call.

At night, Lizzie dialed another number.

The person on the other end of the call respectfully reported, "Elijah and Clover both hurriedly left the

gathering."

"Okay. That's great."

Lizzie felt very pleased, and her smile grew even wider.

Miles went abroad, Jonathan was on a business trip, and both Elijah and Clover were unable to make it. It

seemed like nothing unexpected would happen to her plans.

Lizzie stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette and got into the car behind her.

Given the circumstances, she could return to Regalia without worry to see Jonathan in distress.

Jonathan...

When Lizzie thought of him, a flicker of complex emotions appeared in her eyes before quickly vanishing.

Meanwhile, in a hidden building located in Regalia.

Ezra sat moodily in the only black chair in the room. The intense light from above cast shadows across his face

as he slightly bowed his head hiding his expression, darkness

There were two people in the room, including him.

The other person was tied to a rack, with their hands hanging high above. Their eyes were tightly shut, and they

showed signs of possibly waking up soon.

Finally, the person opened their eyes, filled with terror.

Terror-this was the only emotion he felt in his heart before losing consciousness.

Images of his memories before he lost consciousness flickered through Carl's mind.

He had held the syringe in his hand and was about to inject it into one of Rose's major arteries. Just as the

needle was about to touch her skin, he felt a few sharp pains in several spots on his back.

It felt as if something had pierced into his body.

Just as he was about to take action again, he realized he couldn't move at all.

He watched helplessly as several people freed Rose from his grasp before also dragging him away. He guessed

that he had fallen into a trap.

It was Jonathan! It had to be him!

He pictured Jonathan's figure and was still caught in fear at the thought of him when a massive explosion

erupted before his eyes.

The loud noise made his ear buzz.

The impact sent him flying far away.

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"You're awake?"

In the room, a voice rang out, pulling Carl back from his state of fear.

Carl turned toward the source of the voice and, upon seeing the person under the

light, his breath suddenly hitched.

"Mr... Mr. Finch..."

Fear swept through Carl's entire body.

The person sitting under the lamp radiated an intimidating and sharp aura. Who

else could it be but Jonathan?

But...

"You're really scared of my brother, huh?" Ezra looked up and gave a cold laugh.

Carl felt a bit dazed. He blinked and finally looked at the person clearly.

It wasn't Jonathan. It was Ezra!

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Ezra stood up, and the sense of intimidation he brought with him intensified even more than when he was

sitting.

Since that day at Finch Manor, Carl

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than being in the hands of Jonathan.

He recalled everything and realized that what he had speculated before being knocked unconscious by the

impact of the explosion was wrong.