Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"That's wonderful! If I can't sleep at night, I can easily find Rosie for a chat," Harriette exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy.

Although it was getting late, Patrick still prepared a celebratory feast to honor Harriette's return. Harriette requested that they serve the meal in the garden.

As they dined and drank, she often gazed at certain spots, lost in thought, as if recalling something significant. The purple lilies of the valley in the garden were in full bloom.

"I never imagined these lilies would not only survive but also thrive like this," Harriette murmured while walking amidst the beautiful flowers. Her expression turned somber as her thoughts seemingly drifted back in time. Understanding her longing for Oliver, Miles said softly, "Grandpa tended to these flowers himself throughout the years. I'm sure he missed you greatly."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Harriette couldn't hold back her tears as she quietly wept for their grandfather. Miles tenderly consoled her.

Watching from the side, Rose felt like an outsider intruding on a family reunion. Yet, she missed Oliver just as much. She took a sip of her drink, her thoughts a jumble.

Anastasia returned just then, witnessing the touching scene unfold before her. Harriette leaned on Miles's shoulder while Rose sat back in her chair, creating an atmosphere that simultaneously felt warm and strangely disquieting. "Harriette's back! And why is Rose here too? Didn't she stop staying at the Young Estate for a while? Why is she back today?" she thought, her heart filling with resentment as she recalled the events of the charity auction earlier that day. Adding to her misery was the fact that after she had fled the event, Miles had allowed Harriette to take over as the eldest daughter of the Young family, presiding over the remainder of the evening's activities.

"The eldest daughter of the Young family..." Anastasia balled her fists in frustration as that thought filled her mind.

Years ago, she had gone to great lengths to snatch the title of the Young family's eldest daughter.

"But Harriette was supposed to be..." Anastasia's thoughts flickered as she recalled something, her eyes showing a brief glimmer.

Unexpectedly, Rose lifted her gaze, meeting Anastasia's just as she instinctively tried to look away. Their eyes locked.

Rose paused briefly upon noticing Anastasia. She hadn't forgotten her primary reason for attending the charity auction that day.

She had planned to seek out Anastasia afterward, but since they had run into each other, she was determined to get an answer that night. Upon noticing Rose's gaze, Anastasia quickly retreated into the house.

"Miles, Etta, I'm feeling a bit tipsy, so I'll retire for the night," Rose excused herself, feigning drunkenness, and followed Anastasia inside.

Just as Anastasia was about to close the door, Rose's foot caught it, keeping it open a crack.

Anastasia turned around, her expression shifting as she saw Rose. Instinctively, she tried to force the door shut, but Rose's foot firmly held it in place, rendering her efforts futile.

"You haven't fulfilled your end of our agreement today," Rose said, cutting straight to the chase.

Anastasia frowned, realizing there was no escaping the confrontation unless she gave Rose the answer she sought.

"Come in," she said coldly before releasing her grip on the door and allowing Rose to enter.

"You said you know where Kelly is. Where is she?" Rose's voice was laced with urgency, causing her to overlook the door left slightly ajar in her wake.

Anastasia tossed her bag aside and sank onto the couch. A cold expression washed over her face. "Kelly's whereabouts, huh?" she mused.

"Hasn't he told you?" Her tone was laced with mockery.

"He?" Rose questioned.

"Yes, him-Jonathan," Anastasia replied, lifting her gaze to meet Rose's. Seeing the surprise on Rose's face, she couldn't help but sneer.

"I thought he'd be more honest with you, but it seems that he hasn't mentioned Kelly's whereabouts. He must know how much you despise her, so why..."

She trailed off, pouting as if to emphasize her point-that Rose might not be as special as she believed in Jonathan's eyes.

Upon noticing Rose's furrowed brows, Anastasia's smirk widened with satisfaction.

She continued, "When Kelly fled the Young Estate in Aquastead, she fell right into Jonathan's grasp. I thought he would bring Kelly to you so you could deal with her as you pleased, but alas... it's unclear how he chose to handle her in the end."

Anastasia's words snapped Rose out of her thoughts. She glanced at Anastasia, recognizing the deliberate provocation but knowing a part of it held truth. If she wanted to discover Kelly's whereabouts, it would be more effective to question Jonathan directly.

Without another word, Rose turned on her heel and hastily left the room. As she emerged, she nearly collided with Harriette, who was passing by.

"Rosie?" Harriette's surprise was palpable, her eyes widening as if she hadn't anticipated seeing Rose exiting Anastasia's room.

"I... I have some matters to attend to. Sorry," Rose mumbled, her mind preoccupied with Kelly's whereabouts. She brushed past Harriette and returned to her room.

Their rooms were adjacent, but to reach them, they both had to pass by Anastasia's door. As Rose entered her room, Harriette's smile instantly vanished.

She gazed at the slightly ajar door of Anastasia's room, her expression filled with deep contemplation. After a brief pause, she withdrew her gaze and walked into her own room. Standing on the balcony, Rose let the cool breeze sweep through her hair, ruffling the strands gently. She dialed Jonathan's number, and he picked up immediately. "Wifey, did you miss me? I can come to see you right away..." Jonathan's voice was noticeably excited, a stark contrast to the cold and distant demeanor he showed others. Rose frowned. "I need to ask you something. Where is Kelly?"

There was a brief pause on the other end before Jonathan replied, "I had her detained, but she fell ill unexpectedly. On the way to the hospital, she got into a car accident..."

"A car accident?" Rose thought before she said, "Don't tell me she's dead." She refused to believe that Kelly could have died just like that.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

However, Jonathan's response confirmed her fears. "The Azure Clan identified the body."

The revelation felt like a deafening explosion in Rose's mind, and it was followed by a persistent ringing in her ears.

"Identified the body? Is she truly dead? How is that possible?" Countless thoughts swirled in her mind. Unable to fully process the news, she swayed on her feet, her legs threatening to give way.

Rose harbored a strong dislike for

Kelly due to her numerous

transgressions. Now that Kelly was dead, she couldn't help but think about the unresolved matter

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concerning Kelly's actions toward

Oliver.

She had longed for Kelly to face legal consequences or even suffer under her own hand as retribution. However, with Kelly's demise, it felt as though the woman had gotten off too easily. "Wifey..." Jonathan called out tentatively from the phone.

However, Rose hung up, ignoring him. Jonathan's words kept echoing in her mind, filling her with a deep sense of dissatisfaction. She gritted her teeth.

"Kelly, how could you just die like that? We haven't settled our scores yet. How could you leave like this?"

She had planned to return to Aquastead to confront Kelly, but now, everything was moot. Rose's emotions churned within her.

Meanwhile, on the balcony of the adjacent room, Harriette leaned against the wall, absorbing every word Rose uttered with chilling clarity.

"Kelly..." She mouthed the name silently as an eerie and unsettling smile formed on her face.