Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 397 The Woman Jonathan Loves

When Yara's question was met with silence, she let loose a torrent of abuse. But just before she hung up, a female voice sounded from the other end.

"Jonathan is in love with someone."

Yara never expected to hear this from a stranger. She asked instinctively, "Who?"

"Rose Shaffer," came the answer from the stranger on the other end.

Yara blinked. "Who the hell is Rose Shaffer?" She had never heard of any Rose Shaffer, who hailed from Regalia.

"I can't help you with that, but I can tell you that Jonathan is madly in love with Rose. So what should you do if you want to marry the head of the Finch family?" the woman asked.

Yara pondered the question. If the woman on the other line was telling the truth and Rose truly existed, she would do anything to come between Rose and Jonathan. But there was something else she needed to know-the identity of her secret messenger.

Yara was about to ask when the other person hung up. She stared at her phone silently for a while. She muttered Rose's name several times and gradually grew curious about this mysterious woman. Arrogance radiated off her as she wondered what kind of woman had caught Jonathan's eye. Regardless of what this Rose Shaffer looked like, Yara was confident that the former had nothing on her. Over at Young Estate, droves of people came to pay their last respects to Oliver. On the day of his burial, articles about his funeral still ended up on mainstream media even though the Young family had kept the paparazzi away through any means necessary.

Pictures and videos taken on the day of Oliver's burial began to circulate.

Everyone with access to the mainstream media saw a young woman carrying Oliver's portrait while leading the procession.

She stood front and center, and even the eldest scion of the Young family walked alongside her like an escort.

Who was she? At once, the netizens went wild as they discussed the young woman's identity. They reckoned she might have come from some formidable background.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned house in Aquastead, the door to a pitch-black room slammed open with a bang.

The woman lying on the bed jumped down like a startled bird. She ran toward the corner and curled up with her arms covering her head. Every bit of her trembled with fear.

The woman was none other than Kelly, whom Jonathan had kept imprisoned in this dilapidated house.

Following Oliver's funeral and cremation, his ashes were brought back to Regalia overnight. Most of Jonathan's bodyguards had followed him back to Regalia, leaving only a select few in Aquastead to keep an eye on Kelly.

Kelly was experiencing. She had already developed a bone-deep fear after being imprisoned for

just happened not too long ago,"

who delivered her meals did not speak her, but it seemed the one who came today

rang through the room. "Oliver Young was buried today in the loving presence of his children and grandchildren. "The procession was led by a mysterious young woman who did the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait in solemnity, channeling the image of the head of

of the Young family, was respectful toward the young woman. One can only

up. Her gaze was murky, and her face was lined with exhaustion. But when she saw Rose's

portrait for the procession. Did that mean Rose had been acknowledged as the true heiress of the Young family? Maniacal rage burned in Kelly's eyes as she thought about the prestigious status Rose now

gritted

as she glowered at Rose's face in the video. She wanted nothing more

only she could be the true heiress of the

gleam in Kelly's eyes,

in Regalia right now.

turned to look at the man, wondering what

get to Regalia

stared at him. She was wary at first, then baffled. She was even mildly surprised by this stroke of luck as she asked,

"Of course."

She doubted he would help her

for me. Don't worry. It's nothing you wouldn't want to do,"

these four walls. Jonathan would never spare her. Knowing him, he was probably saving any cruel punishment for after they had

couldn't care less who this mysterious man was, who he worked for, or what he wanted. She would gamble with what little odds she had in her favor if it meant she could get out. "Then stay here and wait for my word," the man said after hearing Kelly's answer and left the

the question of who the mysterious young woman was at

was a socialite, but anyone who pried for more information only learned that the woman was

narrative did not check out. If she was just an adopted granddaughter, why

Even with Oliver gone, the family's status did not

the third day

socialites were

to the

gatherings. Those invitations were