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.

them, lowering her voice despite being alone. "What are you doing

distance, her cautious demeanor suggesting that the person in

their relationship had to remain hidden, Lizzie's guarded behavior still sent a dull ache through his

for the

of whom Finley was the leader. Under him were

had devoted himself entirely to Jonathan's security. All other family matters requiring bodyguards were now handled by his trusted subordinates. Therefore, it was no surprise that Carl was overseeing the manor's security

Carl's assurance, Lizzie's brow furrowed with concern. "You're

"I'm certain," Carl asserted.

a quick glance around, preparing to leave. But

of joy crossed Carl's

With an unspoken understanding,

sync, keeping a cautious distance between them. Lizzie led the way while Carl trailed a few moments behind. They

longer contain himself. He pulled Lizzie into his arms, his hands eagerly

had long harbored

but he had never dared cross the line as she was Cyrus'

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glimpse of her from

love would remain buried in his heart forever, but to his amazement, the goddess he admired from

a banquet alone and got drunk. Carl had been responsible

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,

the following day, she was overwhelmed, sobbing, and

prepared himself

their affair, expecting

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