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

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

other end, Jonathan remained silent-only heavy breathing could be

"Uncle Jonathan, it seems you aren't as indifferent to her as you claim. So,

also carried a tone

if Jonathan had some feelings for Rose before,

end made Nixon feel like something was amiss. It was not

disdainful snort, and the call ended. Nixon's face slightly stiffened. Staring at the phone for a moment,

of reaction was that

fiery glow, a silhouette of a ship emerged. The vessel

a fervent wish for a stroke of luck lingered. But when Nixon

"How?"

abandoned Rose, so why was

swallowed hard. He knew the only hope for luring

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

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

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

effort, he couldn't

vessel

facing away, Nixon could sense the intense pressure, as

fear, its echo harmonizing with the rhythmic

in a daze. She occasionally opened her eyes, but all she could see was emptiness. Despite that, she sensed that someone

hand gently caressed her temples, as if

now in pieces. She wondered if her soul, now in heaven,

voice echoed in

like an old woman.

she heard someone else calling her