Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 584 Offended The Xanth Family

Jonathan was lost in thought as he gazed at Rose.

Finley noticed his mesmerized expression and raised an eyebrow. However, some matters needed to be addressed, and he reluctantly had to snap Jonathan out of it.

"Should we take additional measures to ensure Mrs. Finch's safety tonight?" he asked, carefully choosing his words.

While Carl had made his move, seemingly targeting Ezra, Lizzie's true target had always been Rose.

"What is Lizzie planning to do to Mrs. Finch?" he wondered.

Connecting the dots between Ezra and Lizzie, Finley began to suspect something sinister. His face darkened at the thought. If his guess were correct, Lizzie's intentions would be truly evil.

He glanced at Jonathan, only to be startled by the icy expression on his face. Jonathan said nothing, but the cold and menacing aura he radiated spoke volumes.

In Eleanor's study, Jonathan retrieved the box containing the Lindisfarne Gospels. When he returned to the hall, everyone's attention shifted toward him and the box he carried. It was clear that whatever was inside held immense value.

As everyone recalled Eleanor's mention of a "token of gratitude," the purpose of this item finally clicked. The gift had been meticulously prepared in advance, and even the display of Lizzie's calligraphy served as a prelude to its presentation. "What could be inside the box?" they wondered.

"Jonathan, hurry. Show the gift to Mr. Xanth," Eleanor urged enthusiastically.

Jonathan approached Elijah and carefully opened the box. As the scroll was unveiled, Eleanor eagerly introduced it.

"Mr. Xanth, this is the original Lindisfarne Gospels manuscript. I've heard you appreciate calligraphy, and since this rare piece has been in the Finch family's collection. I thought it would be the perfect gift for your generous gesture. I hope you won't find it lacking." No one could refuse a masterpiece like this.

The crowd couldn't help but marvel at the Finch family's wealth and influence. The calligraphy was worth billions, and they were willing to offer it as a token of gratitude. Surely, this was a gift that would resonate with Elijah.

eyes were

the gift, he maintained a stoic demeanor. Standing beside him, Clover stepped forward and took

he unfurled it, his brow furrowed, and the light in his eyes seemed to

before casually diverting his gaze. This was not the

expression stiffened slightly as she asked, "Mr. Xanth, what do you think of

"It's a wonderful gift, Mrs. Finch Senior. Thank you. However, it's far too

felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized his hesitation stemmed from the gift's

valuable, not at all. A gift is just a way to express one's feelings, so please accept

to

nothing extraordinary. It's just a token of my sincerity. Please,

that he would feel obligated to repay the Finch family in the future. The more he declined, the more he would remember to offer favors to them. With this, their path to expanding into overseas markets would become

really isn't anything extraordinary," he said with a cold chuckle,

Lizzie had

life, and now Eleanor was using Lizzie's birthday as a pretense to draw, Elijah into their web of flattery and manipulation. Besides, there was another reason

laugh was filled with disdain, causing Eleanor to

of humility. It wasn't supposed

her discomfort evident. She was accustomed to criticizing others but now found herself desperately seeking ways to showcase the

face darkening as he chided

Uncle Elijah, I'm not wrong. It is a counterfeit!" Clover protested,

Lindisfarne Gospels is a fake?" the crowd thought as the

to process Clover's claim. Visibly shaken, she forced a tight smile. "Mr. Clover, how could this possibly be a counterfeit?" she questioned. After all, she belonged to the prestigious Finch family. Their collection wouldn't include a forgery. If the piece were indeed fake, their reputation would be tarnished. "You didn't know?" Clover responded, raising an eyebrow

as long as I can remember. So,

compliment. "It's a remarkably good imitation though. It's almost indistinguishable from the real

why is he so certain the one in Elijah's study is the real one? No, something's not adding up..." Eleanor's mind raced. Suddenly, her eyes widened as a thought struck her. She began, "If Mr. Xanth already possesses the real Lindisfarne Gospels, then why has he been searching for it all this