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

eyes locked, Miles quickly looked away, unable to maintain

she noted, brushing aside the

his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Whatever you decide, whatever choices you make, just know I will

there

offering support and

always be

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

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

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

and then... I'll hand it all over to you..." His speech

questions. She pondered, "What did he mean by everything will be mine? What was he

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

I miss him," she admitted, a hint

after they pass away. Do you think Grandpa

head back, her gaze fixed on the night sky as she fought back tears. The twinkling

upon us..." she whispered, her voice

with something. Yvonne's injuries have improved significantly. Once she's better, I want to return to

had seemingly disappeared. It was as

make her pay for what she had done, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to

...

morning, Rose awoke to a pounding headache as she

Auction House tonight at eight. I have something important

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 and were wary

in with a measured tone,

Rose blurted, her voice betraying

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

Rose arrived at Mobius Auction House right on time at

in honor of the late Oliver, had drawn