Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 381 A Deliberate Trap

"Grandpa put himself in danger for Rose, so you better not make things worse for her!" Anastasia made it sound like a warning, but the rest quickly caught the hint.

"Ms. Anastasia, are you saying Mr. Young Senior passed away because of her?"

"What exactly happened? Can we interpret that as her causing Mr. Young Senior's death?"

The journalists were relentless, shooting out questions harder than before.

That was precisely what Anastasia wanted. Although she successfully threw Rose under the bus, she kept it as subtle as possible.

Facing the reporters, Anastasia quickly explained, "That's not true. You're speculating." She looked protective of Rose by "defending" her.

After noticing the awry in her statement, they couldn't possibly just accept her half-hearted explanation. On top of that, the protagonist was right before them. They needed to get this scoop!

They refocused their attention on Rose, ignoring Anastasia. "If Mr. Young Senior died because of you, are you directly responsible for his death then?" They were harsh.

The camera flashes were blinding Rose. As she recalled how Oliver protected her, there was a flicker in her eyes. The journalist perceptively caught on to that detail as if it were something major. "Are you feeling remorseful? Do you regret it?"

"Did you kill Mr. Young Senior for his inheritance?"

Their questions became more intense.

Rose's eyes trembled. It was undeniable that Oliver got hurt because of her. Of course, she was remorseful and regretted letting that happen, but she had never eyed his inheritance.

Looking at the crowd of journalists, Rose understood they needed a statement from her before they let her off. She instinctively tightened her grip on the urn as she faced their anticipating gazes and flashing lights.

Then, she enunciated, "I will not claim any-"

her upon

belonged to Rose,

her with his arm. Despite being someone who had always politely

our official response. If any baseless speculations persist, we will

that the journalists could not ignore. They even felt terrified by his

arm around her. He whispered to her, saying, "Ignore what they say. You have more right to inherit the Youngs' property than anyone." He vowed to make that happen because

hand, did not overthink his words. She didn't care

Oliver's funeral. After the ceremony, she would

the urn, Rose

Young, are you involved with this woman who killed Mr. Young Senior?" A voice rang among

her footsteps abruptly, it felt like

go, Rose," urged Miles. He didn't care about what they said. However,

she retreated

stopped the flashing lights. Soon after, they resumed their camera flashes at her as though afraid to miss any of

Rose locked down one of the male journalists. She interrogated, "Did you ask that question?" She knew it was him

waiting for his reply, she grabbed his

no stranger to this media outlet. FMZ Media was known as the most baseless, intrusive, and deceitful outlet in the country and

Rose scoffed, not concealing her disdain. The journalist's face turned ugly. Even without

Mr. Journalist from FMZ,

that

so confident that Mr. Young and I teamed up? Have you fact-checked your sources? Have you interviewed anyone to get that information?"

momentarily freezing, he answered, "I'm asking

Senior. But will you take my word for it?" She chuckled.

believe her, they would bother her further to

good journalist and media