Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

With a knowing look, Elijah said, "Since you like it, just keep wearing it."

"As for the other matters..." he mused before turning his attention to the smiling Eleanor. "Mrs. Finch Senior, I am Elijah Xanth, Rosie's father. Thank you for showing her such generosity. I heard that Finch Group is focusing on expanding into overseas markets..." Eleanor's heart raced with anticipation, but she maintained her composure. "Indeed, Finch Group is exploring opportunities in overseas markets. We appreciate any support you can provide, Mr. Xanth."

The Xanth family's influence extended beyond the realm of business. Many issues could potentially be resolved with a single word from Elijah. The challenge lay in convincing him to speak up.

Eleanor knew securing a promise from Elijah wouldn't be easy, but laying the groundwork now was a start. Just as she was about to exchange pleasantries to build goodwill, Elijah continued, "If the Finch family has any needs that I can assist with, I'll certainly do my best to help."

"Huh? Did he really just say that?" Eleanor thought.

The sincerity in Elijah's tone was undeniable. She had anticipated investing considerable effort into winning his support, but he had just given his word without hesitation.

It was clear to Eleanor that Rose was the reason behind Elijah's swift agreement. When she first handed over the emerald necklace, she had felt a pang of reluctance, but seeing how quickly her decision had produced results, she felt that her gamble on Rose was a stroke of genius.

Excitement bubbled up within Eleanor, but she knew well that Elijah's offer of help likely extended to a one-time favor only. However, her ambitions stretched further. She wanted more than just one favor.

Greed welled up in her heart, but she reminded herself not to be hasty. As long as she kept a tight hold on Rose, things would go her way. If she could fully integrate Rose into the Finch family, it would open limitless possibilities.

The warmth in Eleanor's loving gaze intensified as she looked at Rose. In fact, it was a level of affection never before shown to any other Finch family descendant.

Meanwhile, Lizzie's heart grew colder, for she could see through Eleanor's intentions with crystal clarity. It was obvious to her that the older woman wanted to fully integrate Rose into the Finch family as her desired granddaughter-in-law.

A particular figure flashed in her mind, making her all the more agitated. She couldn't bear to watch Eleanor's facade any longer.

This birthday banquet was originally meant to celebrate her birthday, but all attention had shifted to Rose even before the party began. Even Lizzie's departure from the main hall went unnoticed.

As soon as she stepped outside, she froze at the sight of a figure. Swiftly assessing her surroundings, she noticed they were in a secluded spot, hidden from the security cameras.

her voice despite being

maintained a distance, her cautious demeanor suggesting that the person in front of her

that their relationship had to remain

the manor's

of whom Finley was the leader. Under him were various group leaders trusted by Finley, with Carl being

All other family matters requiring bodyguards were now handled by his trusted subordinates. Therefore, it

furrowed with concern. "You're

"I'm certain," Carl asserted.

around, preparing to leave. But then, she reconsidered and instructed,

fleeting look of joy

With an unspoken understanding,

trailed a few moments behind. They soon. found themselves at an abandoned warehouse

no longer contain himself. He pulled Lizzie into his arms, his hands eagerly

long

his affection had grown over the years, but he had never dared cross the line as she was Cyrus' wife. Every time Carl was assigned to a protection mission, he

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of

love would remain buried in his heart forever, but to

a banquet alone

perhaps due to her intoxication, Lizzie mistook him for Cyrus. He knew he should have pushed her away, but his mind went blank at that moment. Even when his senses returned, he indulged in the fantasy that she had created. Using the intoxication as an excuse, they developed a connection. That night, they were unrestrained, swept up in a whirlwind of passion. She whimpered and cooed beneath him, and he relished

overwhelmed, sobbing, and in her clarity, she

had prepared himself

affair, expecting punishment

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