Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 586 Not Worth It

"If this really is her doing, there would be hell to pay!" Eleanor thought as she snapped, "What are you waiting for? Get her out of here!"

Under her fierce gaze, Cyrus escorted Lizzie out of the room. Once outside the door, Lizzie crumpled to the floor, biting her lip and holding back her sobs. Seeing her like this only deepened Cyrus' heartache. "Everything's fine now, Lizz. Mom was just furious. She didn't mean those harsh words," he said softly as he crouched beside her before pulling her into his arms.

A sense of frustration and guilt washed over him. Even during his time as the Finch family head, he had never mustered the courage to confront Eleanor.

His futile attempts to console Lizzie only made her feel more bitter, but there was nothing she could do. Despite her disillusionment with Cyrus, she had no choice but to rely on him and amplify her vulnerability to garner his sympathy. "Lizz, it's your birthday today, so cheer up. I've got a huge cake ready for you, and I've got another big surprise planned," Cyrus said, holding her hand and trying to lift her spirits with something positive.

With her goal achieved, Lizzie abandoned her helpless charade. If Cyrus had a surprise for her, she had an even greater one prepared for the entire Finch family. The prospect reignited her excitement.

When Cyrus led Lizzie back to the hall downstairs, Rose was nowhere to be seen. Lizzie caught sight of Jonathan among the crowd, and a quick, knowing smile graced her lips before vanishing almost instantly. She knew that the show was about to begin. Meanwhile, Rose had left the scene due to a wine spill on her clothes. Growing weary of the party, she had been preparing to leave when a server carrying drinks was accidentally bumped, causing a tray of wine glasses to topple.

The liquid splattered across Rose's pants, soaking the fabric. Left with no choice, she needed a change of attire.

"Ms. Shaffer, why don't you wear something of mine? It's brand new, so you probably won't mind, right?" Yara, now one of the members of the Finch family, suggested. She and Rose were about the same age and size, making it a seemingly fitting offer. Since there had been past tension between the two of them, Yara added with a slight smirk, "What? Are you afraid I might harm you?"

"Not at all!" Rose responded with amusement.

After all, there was no reason she should be afraid. Whatever schemes Yara might be concocting, she was confident in her ability to handle them. Even if Yara attempted to cause her harm, Rose was more than ready to repay her in kind. So, with no hesitation, she followed Yara.

Yara's room was located on the second floor. As Rose trailed behind her, Yara continued to chatter, "You really are a lucky girl, huh?"

Rose remained silent but reflected on the statement, and the more she thought about it, the more she agreed.

She really had been lucky. Meeting Jonathan, Miles, Clover, Ezra, Emily, and even Elijah had all been blessings in her life.

overtly malicious but with an unmistakable undercurrent of anticipation as if she were waiting for Rose's

the people she was destined to meet. Fate had already bestowed upon her the greatest gifts, so if her good fortune were to end, it wouldn't faze

led Rose into her expansive walk-in closet and gestured toward a row of

her wardrobe would be more

would select an outfit that would make her stand out-perhaps the haute couture piece she had recently acquired, or maybe the latest design from

would choose, the woman in question glanced around and swiftly selected a

if I wear

furrowed as

a simple slip gown in plain emerald

almost as

Yara herself wasn't sure how such a dress had found its way

eyed Rose once more. "Sure.

of Rose's taste," Yara thought, raising an eyebrow. The gown was so understated that even Rose's striking emerald necklace

Rose being overshadowed by her own elegance later in

the gown, Yara was momentarily struck with awe. Her

asked, noticing the odd look

her momentary lapse in composure, she rolled her

for the dress," Rose

couldn't fathom how a dress she deemed so unremarkable could look even remotely

watched her retreating figure, realizing that the international movie star wasn't entirely unpleasant, at least not that day.

the stairs, Rose suddenly said,

paused in her tracks as Rose's voice continued

free from any scandals