Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 571 He Can Still Last

As Rose retired to her room and Miles stepped away to answer a call, Harriette was left alone. Miles hadn't even spared her a glance, almost as if from beginning to end, only Rose and Miles existed, and she was invisible. Even Eleanor, who seemed intent on troubling Rose, hadn't directed any of her pent-up frustration from waiting outside the Young Estate all day toward anyone.

A bitter chuckle escaped Harriette's lips, her outward smile starkly contrasting the churning fury within. Silently cursing Eleanor, she then recalled the invitation for Rose to visit Finch Manor in ten days to examine the evening gown. The real purpose of the visit was crystal clear. Eleanor wanted to flatter and curry favor with Rose.

Rose's newfound status as the heiress of Young Group and daughter of the former head of Lerain Group had elevated her to such heights that even someone as proud as Eleanor was compelled to step down from her pedestal and seek her favor. Jealousy surged within Harriette, filling her with a suffocating frustration. Witnessing Rose's success was nothing short of revolting, and she knew she had to do something to change this.

"Ms. Harriette, why are you alone here? Where are Mr. Miles and Ms. Rose?" Patrick asked as he returned from escorting Eleanor out. He noticed something unsettling about Harriette's expression.

However, in an instant, her face lit up with a bright smile, causing him to doubt his initial observation.

"It must have been my imagination. Ms. Harriette is sweet and kind. She would never wear such a frightening expression," he thought.

"Rosie was tired and went to rest. As for Miles, he just went to take a call," Harriette explained. "Anyway, I'm feeling a little tired too, so I'll head to my room now, Patrick."

Beneath her bright smile, even the raspiness of her voice seemed less grating. With a final wish of a good night, she made her way upstairs. However, the moment she turned her back on Patrick, her smile evaporated.

She couldn't maintain the facade for even a second longer, her mind awash with thoughts of Rose's success.

Unbeknownst to Harriette, Miles, who appeared to be fully engrossed in his phone call, had been observing her with keen interest. Through one of the many mirrors adorning Young Estate's lavish decor, he watched Harriette's retreating figure.

Her lack of familiarity with Young Estate had become her undoing. Had she known better, she would have realized that in that brief moment when she turned away from Patrick and her smile faded, the mirror's reflection might have revealed her true emotions. Miles' gaze turned contemplative. Just then, Jonathan's voice came through the line. "Did Rose agree?"

Despite being aware of Eleanor's visit to the Young Estate, he hadn't intervened. He knew that with Miles present, Rose would be safe from any mistreatment.

Moreover, Eleanor's long wait outside the estate didn't seem to be aimed at causing trouble for Rose. Just as Jonathan had anticipated, Miles confirmed that Eleanor had invited Rose to Finch Manor ten days later.

brow as he considered the implications of the

day?" Miles asked, aware that Eleanor wouldn't have chosen the date

birthday,"

he pondered Eleanor's motive. Clearly, her invitation wasn't solely about mending the evening gown. As for Lizzie's birthday celebration, he

will be quite an extravagant affair this

table in the living room

with all the invitations when he noticed Rose descending

look at this..." he said, gesturing toward

from Mrs. Flamel of Centuria Group, inviting you to her daughter's coming-of-age ceremony, and this one is from Mrs.

briefed them, he noticed that almost every notable family in Regalia seemed to have

was evident they had taken a day to reflect upon the news of Rose's newfound

are there any events

he felt a renewed sense of vigor. Not only had he changed the way he addressed her from "Ms. Rosie" "Ms, Rose", but he also believed

was determined to take

beautifully crafted invitations. Despite their elegance, she had no interest in attending those events. Besides, many of them were scheduled for the same time, so it would be

be

Rose's disinterest in such

gifts and

each household in

"I'll see to it immediately. Each gift

waiting for Rose to familiarize herself

already waiting, their passengers emerging as she appeared. Jonathan leaned

adoration in his eyes was unmistakable, causing a

fully understand and accept it. "Rosie, I'm here to pick you up. Let's go. My car is waiting," Clover called out, hopping out of his own car