Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 570 In Ten Days

Rose was baffled, and so was Harriette. This was completely different from what Harriette had expected.

"Shouldn't Eleanor be reprimanding Rose instead of approaching her with such an unusual gentleness? Why would the formidable Mrs. Finch Senior seek assistance from Rose of all people?" she thought. "Mrs. Finch Senior, how can I possibly help you?" Rose finally asked, dismissing several possibilities that crossed her mind.

"You are the only one who can help me," Eleanor repeated softly before beckoning her driver, who held a delicate, antique-looking box in his hands.

Though the box itself appeared to be a priceless artifact, it was evident that its contents were the focal point.

Eleanor's eagerness was palpable as she stepped forward, taking the box from the driver without waiting for him to hand it over.

"Rosie, take a look at this," she said, opening the box to reveal what lay inside.

Within the box was the embroidery pattern Rose had previously seen in Eleanor's study at Finch Manor. However, the embroidery looked different this time. The stitching technique seemed altered, leaving the final result somewhat... lacking. Rose gave Eleanor a discreet, knowing look. Her earlier dismissed guess had been correct after all.

"I tried to follow the embroidery technique you described when you visited the manor that day, but it seems like I still haven't fully grasped the essence of it after so many attempts," Eleanor admitted humbly.

She assumed that, by saying this, Rose would immediately agree to help her to earn favor. Yet, Rose maintained her polite smile, looking at the embroidery without saying anything further.

Eleanor purposefully paused for a while, but Rose showed no sign of taking the initiative to help, nor did she offer any words of comfort.

This left Eleanor somewhat frustrated, but she couldn't afford to display her irritation given Rose's elevated status.

Realizing that subtlety would not suffice, Eleanor opted for a more direct approach, for she was determined to achieve her goal.

With a gentle and pleading tone, she said, "Rosie, I have no other option but to ask for your help..."

"Help... with what?" Rose blinked in feigned confusion.

Eleanor was momentarily stunned. "Is Rose really not understanding, or is she pretending?" she wondered.

grasp it by now, her years growing up in the scheming Shaffer family would have been wasted. Eleanor desired Rose's help in repairing the

presence at yesterday's banquet, with Lizzie

if the gift had been intended for a specific individual, possibly Elijah. When Rose considered her

continued, "Rosie, you're the only one who can restore my evening gown. You must help

an undeniable insistence, making refusal

Senior, I... really can't." She waved her

looked into it. Before the craftsman passed away, he shared his knowledge

widened in surprise

the extent

it unsurprising.

family couldn't uncover.

Eleanor knew Rose could repair the evening gown even before yesterday's events.

that evening gown restored to its original state?"

to the gown, so there was no

by Rose's straightforwardness, making her wonder

frustration, but she maintained a loving smile. With a thoughtful sigh, she continued, "If the craftsman were alive and

to the gown

he think? He'd most

repair it, and

I.ne

it

desire to

After all,

when

on the gown.

and experienced woman she was, Eleanor

she hastily suggested, "Rosie, why don't you take a look at

frowned, contemplating Eleanor's proposal. Seeing that Rose was

simply mustn't