Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 547 Who Will He Choose

Harriette wore a concerned expression while speaking about Rose, and Miles felt deeply satisfied upon seeing this. Wanting to assuage her worry, he quickly reassured her.

"No matter who Rosie may have crossed, the Young family will not let anyone harm her."

Harriette's smile faltered for just a moment before swiftly regaining its usual warmth, the fleeting lapse barely perceptible.

She looked up at Miles and asked, "Miles, if I were the one in trouble, would you protect me from harm as well?"

"Of course," Miles replied without hesitation. "You and Rosie are the most important people to me. I would do everything in my power to keep both of you safe."

The phone in his hand was still connected, and the voice on the other end called out impatiently, "Mr. Young..."

Miles frowned and offered a reassuring glance at Harriette before turning away and exiting the hall. Even after Miles vanished from view, Harriette stayed rooted in her spot, peering through the expansive windows with an unreadable expression. She was certain that Miles' departure had something to do with yesterday's events at Aurora Crest.

"Protect us both at all costs, huh? But who would you protect if it came down to choosing between Rose and me?" Harriette whispered to herself with a cold smile, already knowing the answer.

Her barely audible murmur drifted upstairs, fading into the shadows where Anastasia was watching Harriette intently. The strange feeling in her heart grew stronger.

"Who exactly is this Harriette?" she mused.

Ever since noticing something off about her at Aurora Crest, Anastasia had been quietly observing Harriette's every move, becoming more convinced that this person wearing Harriette's face was someone she once knew. Nonetheless, she had no idea who it could be. As she racked her brain, trying to piece it together, Harriette moved downstairs, snapping her back to the present. Anastasia quickly retreated to her room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jonathan ended his call with Miles. His expression darkened as he processed what he had overheard between Miles and Harriette on the still-connected call. A trace of amusement tinged his perceptive gaze.

"Mr. Finch, I fear Mr. Young may not take the news about the involvement of the Xanth family elder in the ceremony for recognizing Mrs. Finch as Mr. Xanth's sister well," Leonard remarked, standing nearby.

him that Jonathan wouldn't reveal such information without a reason-unless a hidden agenda was at

into inviting his family elder, possibly even hoping or predicting

community who had led the Xanth family and Lerain Group to their pinnacle

was more often spoken of in rumors than seen

that the whole point?" Jonathan quipped, raising an eyebrow with a hint

his thoughts, catching

Finch, are you intentionally trying to ruffle Mr. Young's feathers? But that doesn't seem like something

wasn't so immature as to just provoke Miles for the sake of it. He intended to spur Miles into action, to push him toward a certain

flickered in Jonathan's gaze as he directed Leonard, "The Finch family and Lerain Group are partners, so the Finch family should attend such a significant event for the Xanth family. "I've heard the Xanth family elder is fond of calligraphy. Let Grandma

appearing somewhat weary,

Lerain Group primarily operated overseas, their

family elder's arrival in Regalia for a recognition ceremony of

was the only heir to the current generation of the Xanth family

become a significant

long

was named Rose-the same woman who held Oliver's portrait at his funeral, standing in a position that seemed even more important

wildfire, dominating

at her desk, examining the invitation from Lerain Group. Pleased with the invitation, she had already decided to attend the event in person, eager

you think would make a suitable gift? What would Elijah

his interests challenging to discern, perhaps only known to those close to him. And those close

Finch Senior, Mr.

ago, Mr. Xanth was looking for an antique calligraphy

eagerly asked, "What kind