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.

acting oblivious. Eleanor's words had made the situation painfully clear, and if Rose couldn't 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 evening gown, but her visit seemed far from coincidental, especially since it was so soon after

with Lizzie holding an exquisite gift that appeared quite

had been intended for a specific individual, possibly Elijah. When Rose considered her current status, Eleanor's reason for being here tonight

Eleanor continued, "Rosie, you're the only

carried an undeniable insistence,

Rose refused. "Mrs. Finch Senior, I... really can't." She waved her hands frantically as if she

persisted. "But you can! I've looked into it. Before the craftsman passed away, he shared his knowledge and skills with a woman... and that woman

eyes widened

realized the

found it unsurprising. After

family couldn't uncover.

Eleanor knew Rose could repair the evening gown even

want that evening gown restored to its original state?" Eleanor asked,

Rose had no emotional attachment to the gown, so there was

straightforwardness, making her wonder if she should also

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

flashed to the

"What would he

repair it, and

I.ne

restore it to

desire to

mused. After all, she

the same when she first

the

shrewd and experienced woman she was, Eleanor quickly noticed the fleeting spark in Rose's

"Rosie, why don't you take a look at the gown first? Then, you can decide

was about to refuse again, Eleanor

simply mustn't