Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Billionire 117

Chapter 117 Let's Meet Tonight

Before he could finish his words, Jonathan gave him a cold look..

"We can talk about it tomorrow."

He swiftly walked away. There could be nothing more important than delivering lunch to Rose,

"But..."

It would be too late to wait until tomorrow. Finley watched his joyful figure disappear and was left puzzled.

He remembered that just last night, Jonathan was downcast and seemed heartbroken. He was in no mood for company.

How was it possible that he had transformed so completely overnight? What had happened last night?

He thought Rose was not that important to Jonathan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been released from the pain after falling out of love. As for the message he had just received He contemplated it for a moment and decided to push it aside. At the same time, when Rose finished her work, it was 11:15 am. It was the perfect time for lunch.

She quickly freshened up and picked up her bag before heading to the meeting room to meet/ Miles. Miles was driving, and the two of them went to a restaurant.

As it was still early for lunch, the place wasn't too crowded. They didn't choose a private room and instead found a corner seat, ordered their meals, and chatted. Suddenly, a figure caught Rose's attention.

"What's going on?"

of sight and turned to

know, but I must have been mistaken," Rose replied,

a black cap, a black mask, and a

had come to pick her up from the celebration dinner of

him here. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Just a while later, the

Miles.

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them, seemingly removing his mask. Rose took another curious

no intention of eavesdropping, but he had just encountered Rose as soon as he settled

to the museum It was truly fate. She was not even

who shamelessly used his authority to have him forcibly sent back to Regalia by the Azure Clan of the Finches. Did Jonathan care that much about her? As

presence. If he hadn't come,

of them, Once outside the restaurant, he made a call to a local Aquastead brand that was seeking his endorsement. "I'd like a ticket for tonight's

in Aquastead. Obtaining tickets for the antique exhibition was not a difficult task. Conveniently, the chairman of the company had procured two tickets for his daughter, which

agreed, "Very well, Mr. Turner. Where are you right now?

provided an address. Half an hour later, the ticket

were dining and conversing with

"Rose, let's meet tonight!"

eerie presence passing through her body. It was as if