Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 544 Injured

Just then, a figure burst through the crowd. But instead of charging toward Rose and Jonathan, she rushed toward Jack. "Jack..." Bella's voice trembled, her expression frozen in shock as she recognized Jack's face among the sea of faces.

Just moments ago, she had been gloating over Jonathan's injury, but seeing Jack had thrown her into utter disbelief.

She had been the one to orchestrate the car accident earlier, along with everything else that had transpired. She had been ready to remain in the shadows to avoid suspicion. However, the sight of Jack had shattered her resolve.

Bella lunged forward, trying to shove Finley aside to free Jack from his grasp. However, her strength was no match for Finley's, and he sent her tumbling to the ground as if she were nothing.

"Jack, why... why are you..." Bella's mind was filled with questions. "He's supposed to be locked up in jail, so how is he here?" she thought as she stared at Jack, searching for answers.

However, before Jack could utter a word, he was knocked unconscious by Finley.

Ignoring Bella completely, Finley focused on the task at hand. Jonathan and Rose, who were now in their car, exchanged a look as they observed Bella. It was apparent she had been involved in that day's chaos, and they knew she couldn't escape the consequences. Leonard swiftly drove off, leaving Finley to drag the unconscious Jack toward Miles.

"Mr. Miles, may I borrow a car?" he asked.

Everything had happened so quickly that Miles remained rooted to the spot even after witnessing Jonathan's injury and Rose's departure. Only Finley's voice jolted him back to reality.

"Of course... Yes, of course," Miles stammered, his voice thick with conflicting emotions. As if on autopilot, he even let go of Harriette's hand without realizing it.

Harriette called out softly, but her voice barely registered as Miles hurried away

the car door and handed the keys to Finley, trying to articulate his thoughts. However, any words he meant to say were left unspoken

eyes locked onto Bella, his expression hardening as he

the police, who had arrived earlier,

to remember Harriette's presence. He hurried

she saw Miles looking at her, she

and asked with concern, "Miles, earlier... Are Rosie and

should be fine... Etta,

coming with me?" The question bubbled up in Harriette's mind, but before she could voice it, Miles had already signaled for

a firm, yet gentle, touch, he guided Harriette toward the waiting car before instructing the driver repeatedly to

him again as she watched him rush off, but her words were lost in the distance. Miles didn't seem to hear her, and moments later, she saw him get into a different car before speeding

simmered within

"Ms. Harriette, please get in the car

glancing

her

thought as a cold smile tugged at her lips. "No need to

driver hesitated, his eyes

gaze followed his, her haughty disdain unconcealed. When Anastasia drew near, she asked, "Are you planning to ride