Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 587 He Is Expendable But Rose Is Not

The bodyguard had told Rose that Jonathan was waiting for her in the greenhouse.

She scanned the grand hall, unable to find Jonathan among the crowd. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to follow the bodyguard.

Despite this being her third visit to the Finch Manor, she had never visited the greenhouse in the backyard.

"Ms. Shaffer, Mr. Jonathan is inside. You can go right in," the sunglasses-clad bodyguard informed her with a respectful nod.

Rose found it odd that he addressed her as "Ms. Shaffer" rather than "Mrs. Finch."

Both Finley and Leonard had always referred to her as "Mrs. Finch", leading her to wonder if this bodyguard was not among Jonathan's inner circle. But then again, not everyone around Jonathan was necessarily privy to her relationship with him. "Why am I even fixating on the title 'Mrs. Finch'?" she thought, feeling her cheeks warm. It made her seem as though she was eager to be acknowledged as Jonathan's wife.

"Alright," Rose replied softly, casting one last glance at the bodyguard before he disappeared from view.

Once he was out of sight, Rose resumed her path toward the greenhouse, where Eleanor nurtured her fresh flowers.

The moment she stepped inside, she was enveloped by a powerful natural scent, a mixture of various floral fragrances that appeared to change with each step she took. Immersed in the myriad of aromas, Rose searched for Jonathan's figure.

"Jonathan?" she called out.

The greenhouse was far more expansive than she had anticipated. After a fruitless search, Rose called his name again, but her words were met with silence.

Just as she began to sense something was amiss, a sudden, loud bang reverberated from the far end of the greenhouse.

Startled, she turned toward the source of the sound, but everything fell quiet again. Curiosity mingled with caution as she made her way toward the place where the sound had originated.

Upon reaching the greenhouse's farthest corner, Rose found the source of the noise. A man was curled up on the ground, his body hunched in on itself. When he lifted his head to meet her gaze, Rose froze. A mask concealed his face. "Go... leave this place," the man urged, his voice strained as though he were struggling with an internal battle.

Despite the strain in his voice, Rose instantly recognized him. "Ezra?"

It was Ezra. But why was he here? And what had happened to him?

the questions, Ezra's voice grew urgent. "Go! You must

practically shouted, his tone desperate. However, now that Rose had seen Ezra's condition, she couldn't possibly turn a

don't be afraid. Look at me; I'm Rose. I won't hurt you. Let's get you to the hospital," she said. Memories of the art

him now. However, as she

the art exhibit. His restrained gaze conveyed a determination not to cause harm, even at the cost of himself, to protect Rose. "Leave!" Ezra gritted out, trying to push her away again, thinking that

though she stumbled and fell, she immediately got back up, ignoring his demand to leave. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his hand. "Can you walk? If

petite frame and Ezra's imposing stature,

of floral scents. The intense fragrance made him frown. Then, with a sudden jolt of realization, he reached up and covered Rose's mouth with his

her eyes. "Something off with the scent? What does he mean?"

Ezra explained, his voice low and certain. From the moment he had felt

It was

easily

upon" him in his vulnerable state, and undoubtedly,

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outcome would be nothing short of a destruction of

behind this plot to destroy him. But strangely, he hadn't felt fear in the face of his imminent downfall. He had been prepared to face it

the moment he saw Rose, fear surged within him. It was then he realized the actual target of the scheme wasn't just him

heart pounded in his chest. Ezra could accept his own downfall but

at Rose, and she seemed to understand his

my brother,"

the dots quickly. It was clear to her that Ezra was under the influence of a drug hidden within the floral fragrance. "Find my brother," Ezra repeated, his tone

nervously.

and bring him here to help me." Ezra forced a weak smile, doing his best to suppress the heat coursing

hesitate. She nodded. "Okay, I'll go find him. Just hang in

quickly, or maybe her heart was pounding too hard, but as she rose to her feet,

knew then that she had also been

knew what would

Ezra had strong willpower didn't want anything

consequences.

Protecting Ezra meant protecting herself and,