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

bombs myself. Your little stray cat was on the ship. "Perhaps her body has

remained silent-only heavy breathing

immensely. "Uncle Jonathan, it seems you aren't as indifferent to her as you claim. So, why didn't you come to save her

it also

Jonathan had some feelings for Rose

silence from the other end made Nixon feel like something

the call ended. Nixon's face slightly stiffened. Staring at the phone

kind of reaction

glow, a silhouette of a ship emerged. The

moment. His eyes betrayed a subtle uneasiness as he regained his composure. Speculation took root in his mind, and a fervent wish for a stroke

"How?"

had abandoned Rose, so why was

swallowed hard. He knew the only hope for luring Jonathan into

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

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

being in a small boat, it couldn't

he couldn't match the

other vessel

sense the intense pressure, as if someone were about to

escaped Nixon in sheer fear, its echo harmonizing with the rhythmic

her eyes, but all she could

caressed her temples, as if tidying

if she was now in pieces. She wondered if her

echoed in

an old woman. But who was

soon, she heard