Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 442 He Wasn't Looking at Rose

Either? Jack saw through her but didn't expose her.

Their conversation was audible through the slit of the door, and Rose, standing just outside, kept repeating these words-I slept with him in her head.

Did Jonathan and Yara... Miles' words about the two leaving the hotel resurfaced in her head, and things started to make sense.

It felt like her heart was being clenched tightly, suffocating her. Before she could calm herself down, she distinctly heard a voice.

"Who said I was going for Rose?" Jack lit his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

Yara was shocked. "But that night at the club in the surveillance room, you were looking at..." She was sure Jack was staring at Rose. Then, she paused as if reminded of something. "You weren't looking at Rose!"

The surveillance footage appeared in her mind. That night, she was busy focusing on Rose and didn't notice that there was another woman with her!

"You..." She stared at Jack in disbelief.

Putting out the cigarette, Jack seemed indifferent. "She's the principal dancer of the Regalia Drama House. She caught my eye as soon as she got onto the stage."

He couldn't help but sigh upon recalling her figure on stage. He even fished out the necklace from his pocket and examined it fondly.

Yara's expression turned grim. She thought Jack was on her side. At that moment, she was relieved that she hadn't revealed what truly happened with Jonathan that night. Regardless, she was filled with bitterness and glared at Jack before leaving the room. The hallway was empty, and Yara walked away in her high heels.

Rose, who had hidden in another room, replayed the words she had heard... It was Jack who had harmed Yvonne!

Just as she was ready to leave,

and had barely seen anything when an object smashed against her head. The next moment, a raging pain spread across her forehead, and she

she awoke and felt a strong headache. When she touched

but she could tell her wound was wrapped with a dress shirt. "Who treated me? And who knocked me unconscious? And Jack..." Thoughts

as she moved, she heard a sound within

sound, she turned on the torchlight from her phone and slowly made her way in that direction. Under the faint light, she entered a room but found nothing peculiar. "Stay away." A male voice, tinged with

matched the voice to a person in her mind, she instinctively

thought of. Instantly, she switched on the room light and was stunned to see

her

a darkroom, a space for developing films. In the corner of the room, a person curled up and hugged his

the voice sounded more terrified. "Stay away! Just... stay where you

was visibly shaking, and she finally confirmed his identity upon

spoke

disheveled and unlike himself.

movements, Ezra frantically screamed, "Stay away! You're

at her. He held his head tightly with

to his own devices? The two were acquainted in

a kind person. How could she leave him

to leave, she stared at Ezra in the corner and softened her tone. "Are

he

need any help, you can tell me. I can-" Rose acted cautiously for fear of overstimulating him and remained in her place. Before she could finish, however, Ezra cut her

just go. Or else..." He didn't say more, but it