Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 355 How Dare You Provoke Him

The sky was ablaze in flames.

Nixon's boat hadn't paddled too far when, under the tremendous impact of the explosion, the boat almost flipped over.

Amidst the panic, he failed to notice something peculiar behind the flames. Barely stabilizing the boat, Nixon was momentarily stunned as he watched the explosion unfold. There was nothing left but madness and thirst for blood in his eyes.

In his original plan, Jonathan was the one who was supposed to die in the explosion.

But it was fine too if Rose had died.

"Oh, Rose, don't blame me. It's Uncle Jonathan's fault for not coming to save you." Nixon laughed wildly. It wasn't enough for him. Rose might be dead, but Jonathan and Kelly were still alive.

With their images haunting his thoughts, his appetite for revenge grew more fervent, especially in the wake of Rose's demise. At this point, he couldn't even feel the pain in his legs.

Gripping the boat, he contemplated his next move.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing.

Nixon thought it might be Kelly asking about Oliver. Initially hesitant to answer and prolong Kelly's anxiety, he eventually picked up after the ringtone persisted.

He was astonished to see the number displayed on the screen.

"Jonathan!"

Rose was already dead, so why was he calling? Even if he had changed his mind to save her, it was too late.

But Nixon was intrigued; not only could he lure Jonathan out by using Rose, but he could also personally inform him of Rose's death-a provocative move indeed. And so, Nixon answered the call, his lips curling slightly. In a triumphant posture, he exclaimed gleefully, "Uncle Jonathan, your stray cat... is dead!"

fiery explosion

I set up the bombs myself. Your little stray cat was on the ship. "Perhaps her body has been blown to pieces and is now scattered in the sea,

end, Jonathan remained silent-only heavy breathing could be heard, indicating Jonathan's

indifferent to her as you claim. So, why didn't

it also carried a tone of

Jonathan had some feelings for Rose before, it

like something was amiss. It was not

face slightly

of reaction

fiery glow, a

subtle uneasiness as he regained his composure. Speculation took root in his mind, and a fervent wish for a stroke of luck

"How?"

had abandoned Rose, so why

hope for luring Jonathan into his trap was through Rose. But

the inferno, the figure at the bow of the boat wore a somber expression. It appeared as though he were the harbinger of death, poised to seize

there was some distance between them, Nixon could feel the terrifying gaze firmly fixed on him. With a sudden jolt, Nixon's immediate reaction

it couldn't outrun the larger ship, even

couldn't match the approaching figure behind

vessel drew

pressure, as if someone were

scream escaped Nixon in sheer fear,

a daze. She occasionally opened her eyes, but all she could see was

hand gently caressed her temples, as if tidying

big explosion earlier, she pondered if she was now in pieces. She wondered

echoed

sounded like an old

hard. But soon, she heard