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!"

explosion

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, surrounded by fish. Too bad you didn't care.

heavy breathing could be heard,

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

but it also

Jonathan had some feelings for Rose

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

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

reaction was

teeth, still displeased. In the fiery glow, a silhouette of a ship

a subtle uneasiness as he regained his composure. Speculation took root in his mind, and a fervent wish for a stroke of luck lingered. But when Nixon realized who was standing at the ship's bow, fear gradually

"How?"

had abandoned Rose, so why was he

only hope for luring Jonathan into

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

could feel the terrifying gaze firmly fixed on him. With

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

couldn't

other vessel

the intense pressure, as if someone were

escaped Nixon in sheer 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 was next

caressed her temples, as

pondered if she was now in

voice echoed in her

an old woman. But

thought hard. But soon, she