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

the Young family's resources rightfully belonged to Rose, but that was something

shielded her with his arm. Despite being someone who had always politely engaged with the media, he was

any baseless speculations

not ignore. They even felt terrified by his

her, saying, "Ignore what they say.

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

about was Oliver's funeral. After the ceremony, she would

urn, Rose

Mr. Young Senior?" A voice rang

Rose halted her footsteps abruptly, it felt like the

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

him. Subsequently, she retreated from the building and

they resumed their camera flashes

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

grabbed his microphone

intrusive, and deceitful outlet

concealing her disdain. The journalist's face turned ugly. Even without a word from

Mr. Journalist from FMZ,

evidence that

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

momentarily freezing, he answered, "I'm asking you now, aren't

me? Well, my answer is no. I did not harm Mr. Young Senior. But will you take my word for it?" She chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you

would bother her further to get

journalist