Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 526 Making Him Angry

Miles was momentarily stunned as he tried to process Harriette's words. "You've met before? How did I not know about this?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"We met at the entrance. I didn't know you were Miles' sister then and earlier during the bidding..." Harriette turned to Rose with an apologetic expression. "I got carried away when I heard the suit belonged to Grandpa. "I'm so glad it ended up with you. Otherwise, I would have felt truly guilty. Would it be all right if I called you 'Rosie'?"

Harriette's gaze held warmth and sincerity, leaving Rose unable to refuse. "Of course."

She blinked away the lingering shock and returned Harriette's smile. "Actually, I should be the one thanking you for your help at the entrance earlier." Rose's gratitude was heartfelt, but the unfamiliarity between them still hung in the air. After all, they had only met twice.

However, Harriette closed that distance in an instant, stepping forward and taking Rose's hand. "No need to thank me! If anything, I should be thanking you." "Thank me?" Rose thought, confused.

Before she could process Harriette's words, she found herself wrapped in a warm embrace. Harriette's raspy voice whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Rosie.

"I felt an immediate connection the moment I saw you, but I never expected you to also be Miles' sister. Thank you for being there for him and Grandpa while I was gone."

Rose stood frozen for a moment. Despite Harriette's seemingly warm embrace and expressions of gratitude, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, making her uneasy.

She tried to find the hidden meaning in Harriette's words, but there was nothing to latch onto. She wondered if she was simply being too sensitive.

"Etta..." Rose uttered the name for the first time, intending to acknowledge her appreciation. However, someone else interrupted before she could continue.

"Ms. Young, since you've expressed your gratitude, don't you think it's time to let go of my sister?" Clover's voice was sharp and unmistakably unfriendly.

Harriette hesitated before quickly releasing Rose from the embrace. "I'm sorry. I just felt such a connection when I saw you, so I..."

Clover's firm grip. She looked up and saw his dark, impatient expression. "We're leaving," Clover said curtly,

leave, Jonathan decided there was no reason for him to stay either. So,

everyone in the room stood in stunned silence, their gazes shifting between Miles and

face flushed with embarrassment. "Miles, Rosie... She left. Could it be that she's not happy

hadn't shown any signs of displeasure. It was

unhappy about you returning," he reassured

Clover... Miles silently resolved to ensure that the next time they met, Clover understood Harriette's true status as the eldest daughter of the Young

the charity auction over, the evening's program transitioned to the planned banquet. However, with Anastasia's abrupt departure, someone couldn't help but ask, "Should we continue with the banquet now that Ms. Young... I mean, Ms.

a reasonable concern. Although Anastasia had left, Miles was still present, and canceling the event could damage the Young family's

been fully

list of auctioned items and their buyers afterward. Thank you all

guests, having attended for the sake of charity, nodded

will be joining you for the

help but feel elated at the thought of Anastasia's humiliation Now that she had

suggested, "Miles, may I

"You're a part of this family, and as the eldest daughter, it's only fitting that you help host the event with

smile was radiant. "From now on, I'll always

heartening, but Miles felt a growing sense of unease instead. Visions of Clover leading

....

Even after leaving the building, she couldn't

expression remained dark, and Rose could tell that besides anger, there was also a hint of worry. "What is he worrying about?"

as she called out his name. The familiar address seemed to ease some of the tension on Clover's face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned. "Are you really

hesitated, uncertain if his anger pertained to her actions or, perhaps, to Miles. "You're not