Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 390 Bad Feeling

Finley spotted Jonathan coming out of Young Estate and hurriedly handed him the phone. "Mr. Finch, Mrs. Finch Senior... Mrs. Finch Senior wants you to check your phone. She also said you must answer the

call..."

He gave Jonathan a look as if to say, "Save yourself."

Jonathan fished out his phone. Sure enough, there were several missed calls from Finch Manor. He gave Finley a brief hum in response and took the phone from him.

"Grandma-"

No sooner had the word left his mouth did Eleanor's snort come from the other side. "Grandma, huh? Here I was thinking you'd forgotten about me."

"As if," Jonathan said lightly. "What is it? Sorry, I missed your calls. I was at Mr. Young Senior's funeral."

Eleanor's displeasure waned when she heard this. She said, "I see. I called to ask you to head to Rise Entertainment. The person in charge quit, and I need you to run things for a while."

Rise Entertainment? The Finch Group had countless enterprises under its umbrella, and Rise Entertainment was only an entertainment agency. He couldn't help wondering why Eleanor was asking him to run

it.

something amiss, Jonathan asked, "Grandma, why don't you come right out and tell me what

she was trying to set him and Yara up, he

words on a few occasions after he returned

name so that I could track her down, he refused to tell me. Maybe you can talk

prepared to persuade him to take up the

"Yes," Jonathan answered.

satisfaction. "So you do still

kept his tone neutral as he drawled, "Well, of course." However, Eleanor could not see the

dressing room, Ezra was sipping on some hot tea when he suddenly felt a chill run down

frowned and inched closer to the makeup artist next to him, asking, "Hey, did

a bewildered look as if to ask,

like this weird... chill-down-your-spine kind of feeling?" Ezra thought his description was spot-on. It was a bad feeling

artist

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which was tightly shut. Even the windows were closed, and the weather outside did not indicate a drop intemperature. The air conditioning had not

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was no draught in the room, so the makeup artist chalked Ezra's so-called

raised a brow