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.

reveal such information without

goaded Clover into inviting his family elder, possibly even hoping or predicting that

legendary figure in the overseas community who had led the Xanth

despite his influence, the man remained highly discreet and was more often spoken of

point?" Jonathan quipped, raising an eyebrow with a

of his

are you intentionally trying to ruffle Mr. Young's feathers? But that doesn't

didn't bother to respond to Leonard's musings. He wasn't so immature as to just provoke Miles for the sake of

attend such a significant event for the Xanth family. "I've heard the Xanth family elder is fond of calligraphy. Let Grandma know about this so she can choose an

nose, appearing somewhat weary,

primarily operated overseas, their reputation preceded

Regalia for a recognition

was aware that Clover was the only heir to the current generation of the Xanth

this "adopted daughter" was sure to become a significant part of the inheritance, raising questions about the identity of the fortunate

long before

woman recognized as Clover's sister was named Rose-the same woman who held

news spread like wildfire, dominating conversations both online and in

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

what do you think would make a suitable gift? What

discern, perhaps only known to those close to

Finch Senior, Mr.

that not long ago, Mr. Xanth was looking for an antique calligraphy painting and even considered having someone

"What kind