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 remained

it just now. The ship exploded with a bang! I set up the bombs myself. Your little stray cat was on the ship. "Perhaps her

heavy breathing could

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

it also carried a tone of

Jonathan had some feelings for

like something was amiss. It was not

out a faint disdainful snort, and the call ended. Nixon's face slightly stiffened. Staring

reaction was

In the fiery glow, a silhouette of a ship emerged. The

composure. Speculation took root in his mind, and a fervent wish for a stroke of luck lingered. But when Nixon realized who was

"How?"

abandoned Rose, so why

He knew the only hope for luring Jonathan

bow of the boat wore a somber expression. It

the terrifying gaze firmly fixed on him. With a

being in a small boat, it couldn't outrun the larger ship,

he couldn't match the approaching figure behind

vessel

sense the intense pressure, as if someone were about to

in sheer fear, its echo harmonizing with

could see was emptiness. Despite

her temples,

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

A voice echoed

old woman. But

But soon, she heard someone