Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

The person who had spoken was the manor's gardener.

"The medical building? That place's quite a distance away from here. What would Lizzie be doing over there?" Cyrus wondered.

After exchanging strained smiles with the guests, he excused himself and hurried toward the medical building.

The night had already fallen, and though the path was lit with bright lamps, it was eerily empty as all the guests were gathered inside the main hall.

As Cyrus drew closer to the medical building, his heart pounded fiercely in his chest. An inexplicable sense of foreboding enveloped him.

Approaching the building, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance.

"Mr. Cyrus," Carl greeted. His towering figure was clad in a black suit, and his expression was unreadable behind dark sunglasses. Even when standing still, his powerful frame radiated an air of preparedness.

Though there were many within the Azure Clan, Cyrus recognized Carl immediately. As the former head of the Finch family, he knew well who Carl was a man known for his efficiency, combat skills, discretion, and loyalty. Carl possessed many qualities Cyrus valued in a person.

However...

"Why aren't you overseeing the guest security in the main house? What are you doing here?" Cyrus asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Unperturbed, Carl responded, "Mrs. Finch was injured, so I brought her here "

But before Carl could finish, Cyrus had already rushed past him, disappearing into the medical building. His footsteps quickened as he frantically searched for Lizzie before he spotted a nurse carrying a medical kit. "Where's my wife? Is she okay? How badly is she hurt?" he questioned.

The nurse swiftly led him to Lizzie's location while Carl stood back, watching with an expression of cold detachment.

Lizzie had once confided in him that her husband was accustomed to putting on a facade. Indeed, Cyrus appeared deeply concerned for his wife when in public, yet yearned for another behind closed doors.

Lizzie had married Cyrus out of gratitude, but Carl was well aware of the suffering she had endured over the years. His heart ached for her, and it only steeled his resolve.

That night, he was determined to carry out his plan to give Lizzie the birthday gift she truly deserved.

has arrived, I'm guessing Ezra should

away discreetly, Cyrus' voice

so careless? Does it hurt? Your neck is scratched... It seems this

heart skipped a beat, for he knew why Lizzie's neck bore

for the dress..." Lizzie swiftly pulled off a decorative silk scarf from her wrist and tied it around her neck

eyes flicked toward the doorway, where Carl stood. "Thank you for bringing me here. I'm

he wore. Thankfully, the shades hid his expression from Cyrus. With a slight bow to both Cyrus and

how intense their encounters were, Carl had always been careful not to

day in the warehouse, he had maintained that same restraint, except for when he kissed her. In the heat of

her porcelain skin, particularly

up the telltale sign of their intimate moment. If she appeared like that in public, the mark would be

a strategically placed scarf,

it with a tree branch. The resulting cut was small but effective,

failed to get Ms. Flora from K&K to design

her talents. However, his efforts had been

How busy could a fashion designer really be?" Cyrus had

received the same answer. "Ms.

the dress, Lizzie didn't let it show in front of Cyrus. Instead, she

Ms. Flora designed for me before. I haven't had a chance

the banquet in that same

as Cyrus escorted

gown in

a small

Lizzie's absence and was quick to express her dissatisfaction the moment

of that day's event, the banquet was still under the guise of her

and Eleanor couldn't show her irritation too openly in front

To the guests? I'm the birthday girl! Is Eleanor even