Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 510 The Whereabouts Of Kelly

"Rose, how would you feel if someone from your past, someone you haven't seen in a long time, suddenly came back?" Miles asked, gazing up at the pitch-black sky. "Someone from the past? Is this why he's drinking tonight? Could it be related to the secret he was hiding that day?" Rose mused.

She smiled faintly. "Is this person a dear friend of yours?"

Miles' eyes flickered with an indiscernible emotion. Over the past few days, he hadn't been able to track down the mysterious woman from the cemetery.

However, he had watched the surveillance footage countless times, growing more certain with each viewing that the woman was Harriette.

After the tragic accident all those years ago, everyone believed that Harriette had perished, but her body was never recovered. She was neither found alive nor confirmed dead.

"If it really is Harriette..." Miles thought as he stole a glance at Rose. He hesitated momentarily before deciding against mentioning Harriette.

"She's... someone closer than a friend."

"An ex-girlfriend?" The thought crossed Rose's mind almost instantaneously. It was apparent to her that Miles hadn't forgotten this former lover and was drowning his sorrows with alcohol.

She studied Miles, reflecting on the time they had spent together. Ever since she had known him, he had always been alone, never accompanied by any woman.

Perhaps if there was someone he loved, someone to share his life with, the depths of his loneliness wouldn't run so deep.

Rose made up her mind. "If it's someone closer than a friend, then of course I'd be happy. The connections we share with others can be truly mysterious.

"A second chance to meet again might just be fate's way of giving me an opportunity to mend past regrets." Each word she uttered was carefully chosen to guide the conversation with purpose. "Mending past regrets..." Miles felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Harriette's supposed death was indeed one of his greatest regrets. But if that person was indeed Harriette, and she had returned, Miles couldn't help but wonder what would become of Jonathan and Rose and how Jonathan would choose if he was caught between Harriette and Rose.

These considerations consumed his mind. Gazing at Rose's radiant smile, Miles felt a peculiar sense of guilt.

"Rose..."

Rose held his

locked, Miles quickly looked away, unable to

tonight, Miles," she noted, brushing aside the odd

you decide, whatever choices you make, just know I will always

ex-girlfriend, there

offering support and blessings until

be here

a comforting warmth. For the time being, he didn't want to dwell on the possible

Rose's hair, prompting a laugh-filled protest from her. The somber mood that had engulfed the rooftop earlier dissipated, replaced by the sound of their carefree laughter. Empty

happens, I will fulfill Grandpa's wishes. As

sure everything is in place... and then... I'll hand it all over to you..." His

Miles, her mind swirling with questions. She pondered, "What did he mean by everything will be mine? What was he

grappled with her confusion, one word echoed distinctly in her mind "Grandpa". A wave of longing for

"Miles, I miss him," she admitted, a hint of sadness

that people become stars after they pass away. Do you think Grandpa

back, her gaze fixed on the night sky as she fought back tears. The twinkling stars appeared to dance in her blurry vision,

almost sense his gaze upon us..." she whispered, her

I need your help with something. Yvonne's injuries have improved significantly. Once she's better, I

death remained vivid in Rose's mind. Kelly had seemingly disappeared. It was as though

find Kelly and make her pay for what she had done, even if

...

she groggily answered a call. Anastasia's voice echoed from the

at Mobius Auction House tonight at eight.

was attempting to persuade her to attend the event. "Sorry, I..."

cut in with a measured tone, "It seems you've

where she is?" Rose blurted, her voice betraying her

wanted her. Rather than answering directly, she reiterated her invitation. "Eight o'clock at

Auction House right on

auction dinner, held in honor of the late