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

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 body has been blown to pieces and is now scattered in the sea, surrounded by fish. Too bad you

remained silent-only heavy breathing could be heard, indicating

discovery pleased Nixon immensely. "Uncle Jonathan, it seems you aren't as indifferent to her as you claim. So, why

him, but it also carried a tone of

had some feelings for Rose before, it

from the other end made Nixon feel like something was amiss. It

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

of reaction was that

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

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 overcame him. It was

"How?"

Rose, so why was he

He knew the only hope for luring

a somber expression. It appeared as though he were the harbinger of death,

though there was some distance between them, Nixon could feel the terrifying gaze firmly fixed

boat, it couldn't outrun the

couldn't match the approaching figure

other vessel drew

Nixon could sense the intense pressure, as if someone were about to

scream escaped Nixon in sheer fear, its echo harmonizing with

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

caressed her temples,

in pieces. She wondered if her soul, now

echoed in her

sounded like an old woman.

But soon, she