Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Rose, how would you feel if someone from your past, someone you haven't seen in a long time, suddenly came back?" Miles asked, gazing up at the pitch-black sky. "Someone from the past? Is this why he's drinking tonight? Could it be related to the secret he was hiding that day?" Rose mused.

She smiled faintly. "Is this person a dear friend of yours?"

Miles' eyes flickered with an indiscernible emotion. Over the past few days, he hadn't been able to track down the mysterious woman from the cemetery.

However, he had watched the surveillance footage countless times, growing more certain with each viewing that the woman was Harriette.

After the tragic accident all those years ago, everyone believed that Harriette had perished, but her body was never recovered. She was neither found alive nor confirmed dead.

"If it really is Harriette..." Miles thought as he stole a glance at Rose. He hesitated momentarily before deciding against mentioning Harriette.

"She's... someone closer than a friend."

"An ex-girlfriend?" The thought crossed Rose's mind almost instantaneously. It was apparent to her that Miles hadn't forgotten this former lover and was drowning his sorrows with alcohol.

She studied Miles, reflecting on the time they had spent together. Ever since she had known him, he had always been alone, never accompanied by any woman.

Perhaps if there was someone he loved, someone to share his life with, the depths of his loneliness wouldn't run so deep.

Rose made up her mind. "If it's someone closer than a friend, then of course I'd be happy. The connections we share with others can be truly mysterious.

"A second chance to meet again might just be fate's way of giving me an opportunity to mend past regrets." Each word she uttered was carefully chosen to guide the conversation with purpose. "Mending past regrets..." Miles felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Harriette's supposed death was indeed one of his greatest regrets. But if that person was indeed Harriette, and she had returned, Miles couldn't help but wonder what would become of Jonathan and Rose and how Jonathan would choose if he was caught between Harriette and Rose.

These considerations consumed his mind. Gazing at Rose's radiant smile, Miles felt a peculiar sense of guilt.

"Rose..."

"Hm?" Rose held his gaze steadily.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, when their eyes locked, Miles quickly looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. This reaction struck Rose as odd.

"You seem different tonight, Miles," she noted, brushing aside the odd feeling.

She gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Whatever you decide, whatever choices you make, just know I will always support you. I'll always be here for you."

Even if Miles didn't rekindle his relationship with his ex-girlfriend, there would be plenty of wonderful women who would adore him.

As his family, Rose would remain by his side, offering support and blessings until he found his true soulmate.

"I'll always be here for you."

Those words filled Miles with a comforting warmth. For the time being, he didn't want to dwell on the possible consequences of Harriette's return.

Miles reached over and playfully tousled Rose's hair, prompting a laugh-filled protest from her. The somber mood that had engulfed the rooftop earlier dissipated, replaced by the sound of their carefree laughter. Empty bottles littered the ground as the alcohol's influence grew increasingly evident. Through the drunken fog, Rose heard Miles speak up beside her.

"Rose, no matter what happens, I will fulfill Grandpa's wishes. As his only blood relative, the entire Young legacy is rightfully yours.

"Just give me a little more time. I'll make sure everything is in place... and then... I'll hand it all over to you..." His speech was slurred, and his words were not entirely clear.

Rose turned to look at Miles, her mind swirling with questions. She pondered, "What did he mean by everything will be mine? What was he planning to hand over? And why did he need more time?"

As she grappled with her confusion, one word echoed distinctly in her mind "Grandpa". A wave of longing for Oliver washed over her.

"Grandpa..." Rose murmured. "Miles, I miss him," she admitted, a hint of sadness in her tone.

"Mom said that people become stars after they pass away. Do you think Grandpa is up there now, watching over us?"

She tilted her head back, her gaze fixed on the night sky as she fought back tears. The twinkling stars appeared to dance in her blurry vision, shining brilliantly.

"Miles, I can almost sense his gaze upon us..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lowering her head, she continued in a hushed tone, "Miles, I need your help with something. Yvonne's injuries have improved significantly. Once she's better, I want to return to Aquastead. I need to find Kelly..."

The memories of Oliver's death remained vivid in Rose's mind. Kelly had seemingly disappeared. It was as though she had vanished from the face of the earth.

Yet, Rose's resolve was unwavering-she would find Kelly and make her pay for what she had done, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to unearth her whereabouts.

...

The following morning, Rose awoke to a pounding headache as she groggily answered a call. Anastasia's voice echoed from the other end.

"Rose, let's meet at Mobius Auction House tonight at eight. I have something important to discuss with you."

Rose had previously heard about the charity auction that Anastasia was organizing at Mobius Auction House. It seemed Anastasia was attempting to persuade her to attend the event. "Sorry, I..." she hesitated, knowing that she and Anastasia didn't see eye to eye and were wary of unnecessary interactions.

However, before she could decline, Anastasia cut in with a measured tone, "It seems you've forgotten about Kelly."

"Do you know where she is?" Rose blurted, her voice betraying her urgency.

On the other end, a satisfied smile formed on Anastasia's lips, knowing she had Rose exactly where she wanted her. Rather than answering directly, she reiterated her invitation. "Eight o'clock at the auction house. Don't be late." With that, she hung up. She was certain that Rose would show up.

As expected, Rose arrived at Mobius Auction House right on time at 8:00 p.m.

The charity auction dinner, held in honor of the late Oliver, had drawn many of Regalia's most

distinguished figures. Every guest possessed an invitation, but Rose had only been invited verbally by Anastasia, leaving her without one.

As a result, she found herself barred at the entrance.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Can't get in, can you?" A biting voice pierced the air from behind her.

Rose didn't need to turn around to identify its owner. It was Yara. Rose had no intention of acknowledging her presence.

However, having spotted Rose, Yara wasn't about to miss the chance to vent her frustration. She sauntered up to Rose and taunted, "Ms. Shaffer? Why, it's you!"

Rose remained unresponsive, acting like she hadn't seen or heard Yara. This perceived indifference only served to aggravate Yara further.

She mocked, "Rose, I thought you were more capable than this, but you can't even get into the Young family's charity auction, huh? How laughable!

"It seems you only managed to

acquire the title of 'the Young

family's adopted granddaughter' by

using some underhanded tactics

But in the end, a fake is a fake it's

just a meaningless title. Ultimately, you're a nobody!"

Her cold laughter was filled with malice. She wanted every word to inflict a deep wound and humiliate Rose.

To her astonishment, Rose merely smiled a smile laced with indifference and contempt, rendering Yara's verbal assault ineffective. Yara's face darkened with anger. She couldn't believe that no matter how hard she tried to insult Rose, it seemed to have no effect.