Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Miles was momentarily stunned as he tried to process Harriette's words. "You've met before? How did I not know about this?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"We met at the entrance. I didn't know you were Miles' sister then and earlier during the bidding..." Harriette turned to Rose with an apologetic expression. "I got carried away when I heard the suit belonged to Grandpa. "I'm so glad it ended up with you. Otherwise, I would have felt truly guilty. Would it be all right if I called you 'Rosie'?"

Harriette's gaze held warmth and sincerity, leaving Rose unable to refuse. "Of course."

She blinked away the lingering shock and returned Harriette's smile. "Actually, I should be the one thanking you for your help at the entrance earlier." Rose's gratitude was heartfelt, but the unfamiliarity between them still hung in the air. After all, they had only met twice.

However, Harriette closed that distance in an instant, stepping forward and taking Rose's hand. "No need to thank me! If anything, I should be thanking you." "Thank me?" Rose thought, confused.

Before she could process Harriette's words, she found herself wrapped in a warm embrace. Harriette's raspy voice whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Rosie.

"I felt an immediate connection the moment I saw you, but I never expected you to also be Miles' sister. Thank you for being there for him and Grandpa while I was gone."

Rose stood frozen for a moment. Despite Harriette's seemingly warm embrace and expressions of gratitude, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, making her uneasy.

She tried to find the hidden meaning in Harriette's words, but there was nothing to latch onto. She wondered if she was simply being too sensitive.

"Etta..." Rose uttered the name for the first time, intending to acknowledge her appreciation. However, someone else interrupted before she could continue.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Ms. Young, since you've expressed your gratitude, don't you think it's time to let go of my sister?" Clover's voice was sharp and unmistakably unfriendly.

Harriette hesitated before quickly releasing Rose from the embrace. "I'm sorry. I just felt such a connection when I saw you, so I..."

"It's okay..." Rose tried to reassure her, but before she could finish her sentence, her wrist was seized by Clover's firm grip. She looked up and saw his dark, impatient expression. "We're leaving," Clover said curtly, pulling Rose away without further explanation.

Emily followed closely behind, and upon seeing Rose leave, Jonathan decided there was no reason for him to stay either. So, he turned and exited as well.

For a moment, everyone in the room stood in stunned silence, their gazes shifting between Miles and Harriette.

Harriette's face flushed with embarrassment. "Miles, Rosie... She left. Could it be that she's not happy about my return?"

Miles frowned. "Not happy? Rosie hadn't shown any signs of displeasure. It was Clover who had been the issue..." he mused.

"Rosie is kind. She wouldn't be unhappy about you returning," he reassured Harriette with a forced smile, trying to soothe her worries.

As for Clover... Miles silently resolved to ensure that the next time they met, Clover understood Harriette's true status as the eldest daughter of the Young family and treated her with the respect she deserved.

With the charity auction over, the evening's program transitioned to the planned banquet. However, with Anastasia's abrupt departure, someone couldn't help but ask, "Should we continue with the banquet now that Ms. Young... I mean, Ms. Anastasia has left?"

It was a reasonable concern. Although Anastasia had left, Miles was still present, and canceling the event could damage the Young family's reputation. Naturally, Miles wasn't about to let that happen.

"The banquet will continue as planned. The proceeds from today's auction have been fully accounted for and will be directed to the charity fund my grandfather established.

"The Young Group will publicly disclose the list of auctioned items and their buyers afterward. Thank you all for your generosity today."

The guests, having attended for the sake of charity, nodded their agreement.

"I will be joining you for the banquet," Miles announced.

Standing beside him, Harriette couldn't help but feel elated at the thought of Anastasia's humiliation Now that she had reclaimed her position as the eldest daughter of the Young family, she was determined to curate her image.

With a smile, she suggested, "Miles, may I join you in hosting the guests?"

"Of course!" Miles responded warmly, taking her hand. "You're a part of this family, and as the eldest daughter, it's only fitting that you help host the event with me."

"Thank you, Miles." Harriette's smile was radiant. "From now on, I'll always stand by your side!"

The promise of constant companionship should have been heartening, but Miles felt a growing sense of unease instead. Visions of Clover leading Rose away flooded his mind, an image that remained strikingly vivid.

....

Rose followed Clover down the stairs, still puzzled by his anger. Even after leaving the building, she couldn't quite understand why he was so upset.

Clover's expression remained dark, and Rose could tell that besides anger, there was also a hint of worry. "What is he worrying about?" she wondered silently.

"Clo, what's wrong?" Rose finally asked, her tone softening as she called out his name. The familiar address seemed to ease some of the tension on Clover's face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned. "Are you really asking me what's wrong?"

Rose hesitated, uncertain if his anger pertained to her actions or, perhaps, to Miles. "You're not mad because of my brother, are you?" she began cautiously.

"Your brother? What about him?" Clover interjected sharply, his tone tinged with condescension. "I'm not angry because of Miles. I'm angry because of that so-called 'Harriette'!" "Harriette?" Rose mentally retraced the event, unable to recall Harriette provoking him in any way. Her confusion must have been evident as Clover's expression deepened into a scowl. With a gentle tap on Rose's forehead, he clarified, "Stop overthinking it. Harriette didn't provoke me directly, but her presence might spell trouble for you."

Rose's confusion only deepened upon hearing that.

"But Clover, Harriette just returned to

the Young family. Earlier at the entrance, when I couldn't get in without an invitation, she helped me. She seemed... friendly," she explained, recalling the incident. At the very least, she thought Harriette had been helpful.

"Friendly?" Clover scoffed, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "You're usually sharp. Didn't you pick up on her subtle manipulations?"

Being well-acquainted with people of all sorts, he knew Harriette's character wasn't as innocent as it seemed.

Her return to the Young family signified potential chaos, and considering Rose's position as their adopted granddaughter, Clover grew increasingly uneasy the more he thought about it. "No. I can't allow this. You need to keep your distance from the Young family," he declared firmly.

"And that friend of yours,

Yvonne-her condition is much better now, right? After she's discharged from the hospital, both of your should move into my villa at Royal Garden. It's spacious, and you'll be safe there."

Before Rose could respond, he quickly added, "If you find that inconvenient, I'll buy the villa next door, too. You and Yvonne can stay there comfortably.

"But remember-no more returning to the Young family, and definitely stay away from that Harriette!"