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-"

interrupted her upon knowing

Young family's resources rightfully belonged to Rose, but

held Rose's shoulders and shielded her with his arm. Despite being someone who had always politely engaged with the media, he was cold

Please await our official response. If any baseless speculations persist, we will spare no effort

was a warning that the journalists could not ignore. They even felt

toward the door with his arm around her. He whispered to her, saying, "Ignore what they say. You have more right

his words. She didn't care about

funeral. After the ceremony,

Rose

this woman who killed Mr. Young Senior?" A voice rang among

her footsteps abruptly, it felt like the atmosphere had frozen

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

She passed the urn to him. Subsequently, she retreated from the building and went straight

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

the male journalists. She interrogated, "Did you

grabbed his microphone and

no stranger to this media outlet. FMZ Media was known as the most baseless, intrusive, and deceitful outlet in the country and lacked journalistic integrity. They were an eyesore

not concealing her disdain. The journalist's face turned ugly. Even without a word from her, he felt

Mr. Journalist from FMZ,

that

and I teamed up? Have you fact-checked your sources?

answered, "I'm

not harm Mr. Young Senior. But will you take my word for it?" She chuckled. "I'm pretty sure

they would bother her further to get more

journalist