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.

clear, and if Rose couldn't grasp it by now, her years growing up in the scheming Shaffer

Eleanor's presence at yesterday's banquet, with Lizzie holding an exquisite gift that appeared

for a specific individual, possibly Elijah. When Rose considered her current status, Eleanor's reason for being

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

undeniable insistence,

Rose refused. "Mrs. Finch Senior, I... really can't." She waved her

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

widened

the extent

found it

family couldn't uncover.

evening gown even before yesterday's

gown restored to its original state?"

no emotional attachment to the gown, so there was

guard by Rose's straightforwardness, making her wonder if she should also be

loving smile. With a thoughtful sigh, she continued, "If

mind flashed to the gown

Finch Manor. "What would he think? He'd most likely

repair

I.ne

restore it to its

desire to

she mused. After

when

on the

and experienced woman she was, Eleanor

a glimmer of hope, she hastily suggested, "Rosie, why don't you take a look at the gown first? Then, you can decide whether or not

was about to

mustn't