Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Emily and Clover arrived together and were soon led to their seats by an attendant. She followed his line of sight and quickly understood his mind. After scanning the room, she glimpsed Rose first and said, "Mr. Xanth, Rosie is right there!" When Clover saw Rose, he couldn't help but notice Miles beside her. Why were they together? They seemed to be chatting about something.

Despite the distance, he could see Rose's distinct smile. He scoffed and stared disdainfully at Miles. At that moment, he had an impulse to sit beside Rose.

"Sir, miss, the auction is about to begin. Here are your seats," the attendant reminded them.

Clover furrowed his brows, and Emily grasped his intention. "Mr. Xanth, there isn't an empty seat... over there. We should lay low here in Regalia."

He had no words to refute. Watching Miles stroking Rose's head, he huffed and reluctantly sat down, clearly jealous.

Taking it in, Emily couldn't help but tease him. "Mr. Finch is the one Rosie likes, but why are you more jealous of Mr. Young than Mr. Finch?" Jealous? Clover glanced displeasedly at her and scoffed. "Who says I'm jealous?"

Why would he be jealous? He had nothing to be envious of! However... When he looked in their direction again, his dissatisfaction overflowed. Moments later, he coldly uttered, "I dislike Miles because... our birth charts clash."

Emily raised her eyebrows and decided not to expose him.

"Welcome, distinguished guests, to the Young Group Charity Auction. I'd like to thank the esteemed individuals who have generously contributed their collections for today's auction. You're all great philanthropists, and I believe Grandpa would be very pleased with today's event."

Anastasia, the organizer of the auction, commenced the event onstage. Having been splashed with red wine by Rose earlier, she had changed into a new gown. It was white on the top and black on the bottom, reminding Rose of the woman who had helped her outside the venue earlier.

Why did she think of her? They simply shared the same color combinations in their outfits, which was perfectly normal at this event. Was she in attendance at this auction too?

Then, Rose frowned slightly when she realized she didn't ask for the woman's name.

On stage, Anastasia finished her speech and received a warm round of applause, pulling Rose back from her thoughts. Following that, the auction items were brought up to the stage in succession.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rose waited patiently. However, with the auction halfway through, Oliver's suit remained out of sight.

In the meantime, Jonathan's luxury car was stuck in traffic on the busiest street in Regalia during the peak hour.

Time passed by quickly, and he was visibly impatient and frustrated. The atmosphere in the car became suffocating.

"Sir..." In the driver's seat, Finley glimpsed through the rearview mirror and saw Jonathan's brows increasingly furrowed.

He cautiously stated, "Sir, don't worry. The bodyguard has confirmed that Mr. Young and Mr. Xanth are at the auction venue, so Mrs. Finch's safety is assured."

Yet, his consolation only darkened Jonathan's expression. "How much longer?" he asked coldly.

After returning to the car from checking the traffic conditions, Leonard reported, "Sir, there's been a car accident ahead involving several vehicles. It looks complicated and will likely hold up the traffic for some time."

A car accident on the busiest road in the city during the peak hour... Finley glanced at Jonathan and suddenly saw him opening the car door. "Sir..."

Leonard quickly followed suit. "Sir..."

The two were baffled by what

Jonathan planned to do until they

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saw him passing through the vehicles and arrived at a row of shared bicycles by the road. After some tinkering, he rode off on a bike and left the two stunned.

After some time, Finley casually asked, "How's Mr. and Mrs. Finch's wedding planning going?"

Back in Aquastead, Jonathan had ordered Leonard to prepare for the wedding. "Everything is in place, but Mrs. Finch..." He trailed off and seemingly sighed.

He could tell that Jonathan had not won Rose's heart, as she was the key to whether the relationship worked.

Not long after the marriage alliance between the Finches and Maizes, he was always seen staring at the ring and grinning foolishly. The longing in that smile was something he had never seen before. "The wedding can't wait any longer." Finley sounded firm.

Among the long line of cars, a

bicycle struggled to maneuver

forward. The wind roared in his ears, and sweat trickled down his hair. A drop fell onto the ring on his ring finger, making the red hue of the ring shine more brightly.

Back at the auction, an item had been delivered on stage, followed by the auctioneer's introduction. "This exquisite item holds great significance. It was a suit worn by the late Mr. Young Senior."

The staff removed the white cloth

from the suit revealing it to the

crowd. Although the craftsmanship and materials were of visibly high quality, this suit, custom-made according to Oliver's measurements, could only be purchased for collection purposes without any practical use.

Given that this item belonged to Oliver, the attendees naturally would participate in the bidding to show their respect for him. However, the price... Almost everyone in the audience had calmly set a limit on their bid, but Rose was far from calm. The moment she saw the suit, she was on high alert.

Miles, sitting beside her, was stunned by the sight. "Anastasia..." He gritted his teeth, deducing it was Anastasia who auctioned it.

When the auctioneer announced, "Starting bid is ten thousand dollars. Each bid increases by ten thousand. Bidding begins," Rose instantly raised her bid paddle.

"Number 112, I have your bid of ten thousand." The auctioneer's voice echoed.

112 was the number on Rose's bid paddle. At that instance, Miles knew she aimed to bid on this suit tonight, a thought-out scheme set by Anastasia. Still, why would she do that? He descended into thoughts... "Number 176 has raised the bid to 20 thousand."

"Number 112, 30 thousand."

"Number 356, 40 thousand."

"Number 112, 50 thousand."

...

"Number 239, raising the bid to 300 thousand."

"Number 112..."

The auctioneer's voice continuously echoed in the venue. Some of the guests had raised paddles as a sign of respect, but each time, Number 112 would immediately follow with a higher bid, suppressing their offers. It was as if she was determined to purchase that suit at any cost.

"Number 112, I have your bid of one million dollars!"

With each successive bid, the price reached one million. At last, the crowd couldn't help but turn toward the bidder who held Number 112.