Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

When Carl confessed his longing for her, Lizzie didn't doubt him for a moment. She knew the sincerity of his emotions and capitalized on his yearning to maintain a firm grip on him. She had transformed him into a devoted tool, an obedient dog that loyally carried out her commands from the shadows. With dogs, only occasional treats were necessary to ensure their unwavering loyalty. Had it not been for her need to utilize Carl that day, she wouldn't have bothered indulging this "dog". However, there was a task that required his assistance. So, when he said he missed her, Lizzie nestled softly into his embrace, her hands encircling his neck as she initiated a kiss.

Her sudden display of affection was akin to pouring fuel on a fire, and Carl could no longer restrain himself. Passion took over as he left a trail of fervent kisses across her skin, claiming her hungrily.

Half an hour later, the heated breaths in the warehouse finally calmed down. Carl meticulously wiped away any evidence of their encounter from Lizzie's body before carefully readjusting her disheveled dress.

Noticing the unhappiness lingering in her eyes, he asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is it Mr. Cyrus again?"

"No." Lizzie cut him off. "It's because of Rose."

The mention of Rose sparked recognition within Carl. He was well aware of her identity as Jonathan's beloved woman.

"Did she upset you?" His frown deepened.

Carl's instinctive reaction when Lizzie was upset was to find a way to punish the offender. However, when it came to Rose, he found himself hesitating, as his fear of Jonathan had only grown stronger after the incident with Jack. "It's not that she upset me. It's just..." Lizzie lowered her gaze, her eyes shadowed with thought.

"You know I've never liked Rose. Eleanor used to look down on Rose's background, but now that she's become the daughter of the Xanth family of Lerain Group and inherited the Young family, Eleanor's attitude has changed. She even gave that emerald necklace to Rose today."

Lizzie's gaze darkened as she mentioned the necklace.

Most people were unaware that the necklace represented more than just its monetary value. It was a gift Eleanor had once presented to Nancy. The necklace symbolizes the Finch family's approval of its leader's wife.

Back then, when Nancy and Cyrus' marriage began to unravel, Nancy returned the necklace to the Finch family before departing. Since then, it had remained in Eleanor's possession.

All these years, Eleanor hadn't given the necklace to her or Bella, but that day, she had presented it to Rose.

The injustice of it all burned within Lizzie. It baffled her that Eleanor would give the necklace to Rose, of all people.

be forced to witness Jonathan living happily ever after with the woman he loved-a future Lizzie

marries Jonathan, with her current status, she will undoubtedly

plan forming beneath her somber expression. Upon seeing this, Carl's heart

her into his arms. "What do you want

lips,

the family will be lost if she marries Jonathan. If she marries someone else from the family, it might be more acceptable." "Someone else from the Finch family..." Carl mused. As a

Yara, and although they rarely saw each other after the wedding, they still held the title of husband and wife. Jack was currently

that left only

Lizzie's intentions, Carl asked, "You mean you

me would be significantly smaller. But... she and Jonathan are deeply

furrowing her brows, nor did he want her status in the Finch family

woman Jonathan cared for, he impulsively blurted out, "I...

Lizzie's eyes sparked

leave earlier. I heard he went to pick up Mr. Ezra. Since

satisfaction swelling within her. However, despite feeling pleased, she couldn't

member of the Xanth family and is currently the head of the Young Group. Not to mention, there's Jonathan

reassured her, his voice unwavering. "Even if it fails and they find out, they'll only trace it back to me. It

do anything for the woman he loved and remove any obstacles that stood in her way. Drawing her into his arms,

of Lizzie's mouth as she leaned

fine. And even if it weren't, it

feel a sense of satisfaction as she regarded the man before her. Using nothing but her body as leverage, she had shaped

more thrilling than her previous plan of

the atmosphere outside was getting livelier. Miles had arrived,

had