Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 385 Jealous

Yara marched up to Kate and gripped her by the arms. "What did you just say?"

Startled, Kate eyed Yara with bewilderment. She had mentioned only one name earlier, and that was Jonathan's. She said carefully, hoping she was answering Yara's question, "M-Mr. Jonathan Finch." She saw Yara's eyes light up. "Jonathan... Jonathan..." Yara mumbled under her breath, her mood lightening as a sudden thought crossed her mind. "This is perfect! Don't you see? This is my chance!" Her chance to get close to Jonathan, the new person in charge of Rise Entertainment, and have him handle the controversy before it spiraled out of hand.

As long as she could see him-or rather, let him see her-she was confident she could make him fall for her.

Yara could already see her plan falling into place. Feeling victorious, she turned to Kate and ordered, "Put out a statement using my social media account and make it sound like I was so focused on my work that I didn't pay attention to any scandal, false or not.

"Tell everyone that I think the last actress fitted the role more than I do, and that I'm quitting so that she can reprise it."

"Quitting?" Kate repeated, mortified. "But what about all the lengths you went to to get the role?"

By that, she meant the destructive scandal Yara had crafted so that the unfortunate actress would be so ostracized that the movie producers would sack her. However, Kate dared not elaborate on this. Yara ignored Kate's concerns and sauntered over to the mirror, admiring her sculpted figure and angelic face.

It was just as well that she backed out of the movie. At least then she would have time to conjure up ways to ensnare Jonathan and marry him. Jonathan was practically hers for the taking. Meanwhile, Jonathan was outside Young Estate. He closed his eyes in hopes of getting some rest, but Rose filled his mind and stole sleep from him.

It was past midnight, and the sky had yet to break with dawn's first light.

Finley lay asleep inside the car. When his eyes fluttered open and he did not see Jonathan anywhere, he bolted upright.

He hurried out of the car and spotted a towering figure in the distance, creating a dark silhouette against the night.

The figure appeared to be staring in Young Estate's direction, looking for all the world like a stone statue gazing upon the estate with longing. The figure was none other than Jonathan.

"Tsk," Finley clicked his tongue, sighing. A few months ago, Jonathan would never have predicted himself to be standing in front of Young Estate like a lovesick fool. He must really have been in love with Rose.

tell where Rose was. He couldn't see through the walls of the mansion, after all. However, just

was already injured from the blast, and she had lost

"No," Rose said.

longer. She did not feel tired at all, at least not in the physical

braced

would have hit the ground had Miles

and get some rest," Miles repeated more

Rose to get some sleep. Without another word, he hauled her up and frog-marched her to the guest

was too tired to protest. Her body had been so deprived of rest that sleep claimed her as soon as she

she awoke with a pain in her chest. She got up and threw the curtains back, opening

She took deep breaths of it, feeling the pain in her chest subside. Once she was feeling better, she decided to head to the

the window when she spotted a dark figure against the night. She was staying in one of the rooms

Despite the distance between them,

the thought of this as

as the chill kissed her skin. She

breeze showed no sign of relenting and instead grew

kept thinking about Jonathan standing under the street light and made up her mind

someone called out from behind

see the owner of the voice rising from the couch and

one glance that Anastasia had been waiting here for a while, perhaps in

"him" that

in Aquastead all this time, so even if you heard about the mighty Finch family you

contempt in her eyes, the kind that served to remind Rose that this was Regalia and that she held the

never marry a nobody from Aquastead," Anastasia continued icily, implying that Rose's presence was insignificant in