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..."

held his gaze

looked away, unable

tonight, Miles," she

whatever choices you make, just know I will always

his ex-girlfriend, there would be plenty

family, Rose would remain by his side, offering support and blessings until

be

a comforting warmth. For the time being, he didn't want

playfully tousled 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 bottles littered the ground as the alcohol's influence grew increasingly evident. Through the drunken fog, Rose heard Miles speak up

fulfill Grandpa's wishes. As his only blood relative, the entire Young legacy is rightfully

in place... and then... I'll hand it

Miles, her mind swirling with questions. She pondered, "What did he mean by everything will be mine? What was he planning to hand over? And why did he need

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

Rose murmured. "Miles, I miss him," she admitted, a hint of sadness in

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

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

upon us..." she whispered, her voice

her head, she continued in a hushed tone, "Miles, I need your help with something. Yvonne's injuries have improved significantly. Once she's better, I want to return to

mind. Kelly had seemingly disappeared. It was

resolve was unwavering-she would find Kelly and make her pay for what she had done, even if it meant going to the ends

...

following morning, Rose awoke to a pounding headache as she groggily answered a call. Anastasia's

House tonight at eight. I have

was organizing at Mobius Auction House. It seemed Anastasia was attempting to persuade her to attend the event. "Sorry, I..." she hesitated, knowing that she and Anastasia didn't see eye to eye

before she could decline, Anastasia cut in with a measured tone,

Rose blurted, her voice betraying her

than answering directly, she reiterated her invitation. "Eight o'clock at the auction house. Don't be late." With that, she hung up.

Rose arrived at Mobius Auction House right on

the late Oliver, had drawn many of