Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Offering Herself

For a moment, Rose was tempted.

But, she still had not figured out the truth behind her mother's accident. She could not leave Aquastead with an easy heart.

She was thinking of ways to decline the offer when Evan's gentle voice rang

out.

"You don't have to give me an answer right away. The offer won't expire."

Rose sighed in relief.

The sky had turned dark. Jonathan was in a large office on the top floor of the Finch Building.

He had just finished his inspections. As he sat at his office desk, he found himself waiting for a call from Rose.

Suddenly, his phone rang. But when he looked up and saw the name on the screen, his gaze darkened.

He answered the call with an unfriendly tone. "Spit it out!"

On the other end of the line, a chill ran down Zac's spine. He did not know how he had provoked this cold man. Then, he realized something and spoke in a gossipy tone.

"So, what happened last night? Did something indescribable happen? If I'd been in Nixon's shoes and realized that the amazing Mr. Finch fancies my fiancée, I would've given her to him."

"Get lost."

Jonathan hung up heartlessly.

Two minutes later, Zac sent Jonathan a message.

He made it seem like he had been treated unfairly. "I'm being nice by caring. about you, so what's with that attitude? I have so much work to do, but I still have to hunt down a good property for you."

Zac sent over an address.

Jonathan glanced at the address. Just then, Finley knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. Charlie has returned to Regalia, Mr. Finch. Before he left, he arranged for you to stay at Aquastead Hotel. Would you like to head over there right now?" As Finley spoke, he placed a stack of letters on the office desk.

Jonathan stared at his phone. There still was nothing from Rose. Annoyed, he picked up a letter from the desk. It had been posted anonymously.

There was a photo inside.

The dimly lit photo featured a woman wearing a short red dress. She wrapped herself suggestively around the man's body.

Only the man's back was visible. But the woman's face...

The annoyance in Jonathan's heart instantly dissipated. Raising an eyebrow, he immediately stood up.

"We're going home."

Finley was puzzled.

Home?

The Finches owned quite a lot of properties in Aquastead, including housing estates. But Jonathan had always stayed in hotels when he went on business trips. There had never been any exceptions. Finley wondered when Jonathan got himself a home in Aquastead.

Jonathan's footsteps were light and quick. Rose did not want to contact him, but he could contact her.

But he could not seem too enthusiastic about it. That was his bottom line.

Jonathan earnestly typed out a message. He kept editing it until only an address was left.

Satisfied, he walked out of the Finch Building. He was about to send the message when he caught sight of a familiar figure He tracks. His expression soured.

Opposite the Finch Building, Evan opened the door to the passenger seat. Then, he courteously escorted Rose out of the car.

Before this, Rose had politely declined Evan's offer to give her a ride home. She came up with an excuse to get off at this place. "Thank you, Evan. See you."

After smiling and thanking Evan, Rose turned to leave. She had only walked a few dozen yards when she received a call from an unfamiliar number.

A woman's terrified cries rang out.

"Rose, save me... Argh! Save me! I'm at... I'm at Aquastead Hotel.

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Rose recognized that voice.

It belonged to Dawn Stevens. Rose had sponsored Dawn's education when the latter was in high school. Dawn was now in her first year at Aquastead College. Dawn was in danger.

Rose turned around. Seeing that Evan's car was still there, she hastily ran back. toward it. In her hurry, she tripped over something and fell into Evan's arms. But right now, she could not be bothered to care about the awkwardness.

"Evan, please take me to Aquastead Hotel."

Evan sensed her panic. He immediately told Rose to get into the car.

The car drove off.

Standing in front of the Finch Building, Jonathan did not catch what they were saying. He only saw Rose seemingly offering herself to the man.

In an instant, his cold gaze turned darker.

Finley, who had rushed up to him from behind, felt the iciness emanating from Jonathan. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Finch, are you... going home?"

Home? What home?

Jonathan snorted cynically. Mocking himself, he deleted the message he had

just typed out.

"I'm going to Aquastead Hotel."

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