Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 398 I Want to See You

Anastasia noticed Gabriel's gaze toward Rose and understood immediately. There was another protector around Rose.

It was Rose again. Anastasia felt particularly uneasy at this moment. If Rose aimed to inherit a portion of the Young family's wealth, Gabriel and Miles would likely support her.

The more Anastasia thought about it, the more she felt that this situation couldn't continue. She had to take action and drive Rose out of the Young family and Regalia.

During various family gatherings, Rose never showed up. She came to Regalia only for Oliver. Now, with Oliver's funeral settled, she would leave as soon as possible. Thus, Rose found an opportunity to bid farewell to Miles. "Miles, I think it's time for me to go back."

At the Young Estate's dining room, everyone was having breakfast. However, Rose set down her cutlery first.

Since Oliver passed away, a layer of melancholy had crept into Rose's demeanor. She appeared sorrowful, which evoked sympathy from Miles in particular. Miles knew Rose's identity and would never allow her to leave. However, right after Oliver's funeral had ended, the Young Group seemed calm on the surface. However, beneath the facade was an undercurrent of turmoil, like an abyss with hidden turbulence swirling within. The Young Group belonged to Rose. Miles intended to hand everything over to Rose in peace.

"Aren't you staying in Regalia a bit longer? It's rare for you to visit. Let Gabriel accompany you and relax a bit," Miles said gently.

As Gabriel was mentioned, his eyes suddenly brightened. He also set down his cutlery.

He chimed in, "Yes. I'll take you around. Regalia is where I know best." Gabriel was full of anticipation.

Though surprised that Miles wanted him to accompany Rose, he quickly understood that Miles probably had more pressing matters tying him down. Otherwise, such a good opportunity wouldn't be given to him.

The Young Group was bound to face a struggle for financial power. Gabriel had already made his decision to simply be an observer.

"No need for sightseeing..." Rose started to decline.

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the familiar number, Rose was delighted. She immediately answered the call.

"Rose..." On the other end of the phone was Yvonne.

Regalia with her dance troupe from a global tour. Upon seeing the news about the Young family, with Rose holding Oliver's memorial photo, she felt concerned and

saw in the news had eyes full of grief. It was not something that could be explained in just a few words. Before she could suggest a meeting, Rose preemptively said, "I want to

a tone even Miles had not heard before. It was part coaxing and part excitement as if she couldn't wait to be

had been coming to the Young Estate every day, but Rose always avoided him. Even when she answered his calls,

Jonathan, Miles wondered who it

to have already arranged a time and place with the person on the

and said to Miles, "Miles,

table and headed to her room. She changed her clothes

At least she looked more spirited than the past few days. In the living room, Miles and Gabriel both waited

need. It's easy to get a cab," Rose replied. She didn't want to trouble

you. I'll get the car," Gabriel said. He didn't give Rose a chance to

Rose stepped outside the Young Estate, Gabriel's red Ferrari was already waiting outside. Gabriel got out of the car and opened the door for her. His eager

"Thank you," Rose said.

address, and he drove straight to the destination. As the Ferrari left, Miles' car also pulled out

"Mr. Miles, should we head straight

hesitated for a moment before replying, "Follow Gabriel

that, Miles buried his head in his documents.

When Rose arrived, Yvonne wasn't there yet. She casually found

was so much she

here. Take your time. No rush,"

the dance troupe involved

and performances. It left her with little free time. But

long periods of no contact, their bond remained

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window is perfect. Mr. Chapman, please clear out the people." The arrogant tone was grating to