Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 530 Changed Identity

Harriette wondered if Rose had discovered Kelly's death. The truth was that Kelly was indeed gone, and in her place stood Harriette, the eldest daughter of the Young family.

Harriette gently touched her face and throat, feeling the changes she had undergone. To become Harriette, she had not only undergone plastic surgery arranged by Lizzie but also purposefully damaged her vocal cords. All she had done deserved to be compensated accordingly, and the compensation she sought was...

Gazing out at the balcony, she recalled her initial shock upon entering the Young Estate. She had to suppress her emotions, using a great deal of effort to immerse herself in the role of "Harriette".

The Young Estate in Aquastead was already grand, but she hadn't expected the Young Estate in Regalia to be even more so. After all, this was the legacy of one of Regalia's three major families. And now, she held the key as its eldest daughter. "Harriette... I am Harriette now, not Kelly..." she mused.

A sly smile played on Harriette's lips as she listened to the sound of Rose returning to her room from the balcony next door. She then whispered softly, "Rose, I'm coming for you."

She would now achieve what Kelly had never attained as Harriette and this time, with Miles and Lizzie by her side, she was no longer alone in her fight.

...

The following morning, Rose was greeted by Miles and Harriette's laughter as she descended the stairs. The blend of Harriette's hoarse voice and Miles' deep tone hung strangely in the air.

Observing the tenderness in Miles' eyes, she wondered if he felt pity for the supposed hardships Harriette had endured over the years.

"Rosie, you're awake," Harriette said, her bright smile warm and inviting. "Miles said this was your favorite breakfast. Come. It's ready for you."

"Thanks," Rose replied, taking a seat.

Throughout the meal, Harriette kept reminiscing with Miles about the past, repeatedly mentioning Jonathan's name. Every time she did, that photograph from the past would flash in Rose's mind, leaving her feeling inexplicably uneasy. "Rosie, I heard you're into design. I studied design too. Maybe we can share some ideas sometime!" Harriette had shifted her focus to Rose at some point, her tone light and friendly.

Rose snapped back to reality, smiling as she replied, "Sure."

"Miles, aren't we running late?" Harriette inquired, glancing at the time.

Miles indulged her with a smile. "It's our family's company. A bit of tardiness won't hurt."

I don't want to be late,"

surprised by the revelation of Harriette's new role

session that morning, she finished her breakfast quickly to prepare for

farewell to Miles and Harriette, Rose retreated to her room to change into fresh attire before

Estate, Jonathan stood by a luxury car, waiting

"Jonathan..."

toward Jonathan. For a fleeting instant, Jonathan saw an echo of the past-Harriette running to him just like that. The memory was

coldness radiating from him, the woman who had initially wanted to throw herself into Jonathan's arms hesitated,

bright smile, trying to replicate the expressions she had seen in the

we just see each other yesterday? Have you

a shadow of unease crossing her eyes. "Yes, we did, but there were so many people...

what about our encounter at the hotel?" Jonathan's tone

wrong way as he approached from the side, displeasure evident in his

this is Harriette!" He glared at Jonathan as if reminding him of something

know she's Harriette, the eldest daughter of the Young family. We

"Miles..."

was about to speak further, Harriette interjected with her characteristic

"I wasn't ready to return to the Young family. I couldn't let him recognize me and I was even more

heart. He couldn't conceal his sorrow whenever her damaged

a faint smile. "But haven't you let me hear it now?" he

"Jonathan..."

"Miles..."

nearly palpable warmth. He smoothly

"Don't call me that!"

flicked past Jonathan, observing Harriette and Miles standing behind him. She instinctively

Understanding her concerns,

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