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.

why don't you come right out

she was trying to set him and Yara up, he would never agree to it. As such,

and I had words on a few

he fell for a young woman called Something-Shaffer. When I asked him for her full name so that I could track her down, he refused to tell me. Maybe you can talk to him and find out." Jonathan considered the

yes?" She had been prepared to persuade him to take up the

"Yes," Jonathan answered.

nodded in satisfaction. "So you do still care

he drawled, "Well, of course." However, Eleanor could not see the smirk that now

room, Ezra was sipping on some hot tea when he suddenly felt a

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

as if

it's like this weird... chill-down-your-spine kind of feeling?" Ezra thought his description was

makeup artist glanced at

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windows were closed, and the weather outside did not indicate a drop intemperature. The air conditioning had not been turned

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the room, so the makeup artist chalked

raised a