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.

the walls of the mansion, after all. However, just knowing

the funeral hall of Young Estate since her return. She had not left her post. She was already injured from the blast, and she had lost some weight after days of exhaustion. Miles couldn't bear

"No," Rose said.

with Oliver for just a while longer. She did not feel tired at all, at least

Miles' offer did her head swim with fatigue. She braced through

limp as she swayed, and she would have hit the

get some rest,"

was ordering Rose to get some sleep. Without another word, he hauled

so deprived of rest that sleep claimed

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

air was crisp and fresh. She took deep breaths of it, feeling the pain in her chest subside. Once she was feeling better, she decided to head to the funeral hall

the night. She was staying in one of the rooms on the second floor, which gave her a full view of the scene beyond the

light added inches to the tall and lean silhouette. Despite the distance between them, Rose could make out Jonathan's features. What was he doing here?

at the thought of this as a wave of emotion coursed

She shuddered as the chill kissed her skin. She saw the tall silhouette under the street light curl up against the breeze as well, wrapping his

showed no sign of relenting and instead grew stronger, rustling the branches

standing

of the stairs when someone called out

the voice rising from the

in the living room were dim, but Rose could tell from one glance that Anastasia had been waiting here for a while,

for the "him" that Anastasia

the head of The Finch Group. You've been in Aquastead all this time, so even if you heard about the mighty Finch family you couldn't possibly understand the power that family wields," Anastasia said, drawing close enough to look down her nose at Rose as

kind that served to remind Rose that this was

heiresses and socialites are crawling in Regalia? Jonathan would never marry a nobody from Aquastead," Anastasia continued icily, implying that Rose's presence was insignificant in