Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 341

Rose looked happy today. Miles hadn't seen her smile in a long time. He sensed that she was at ease and wanted to indulge her.

A wild red flower bloomed on the steep slope. She picked the flower and was about to give it to Oliver when she heard a voice.

"Jon!"

She recognized that it was Anastasia. She was talking to Jonathan. She didn't want to eavesdrop, but her feet seemed glued to the ground.

She saw Anastasia's back. She occasionally fiddled with her hair. It reminded Rose of a woman talking to her lover.

"You drank too much and turned off your phone last night, right? You should rest for a while. Well, I'll miss you too. I'll see you when I get back."

Although it wasn't clear, Rose could just about hear what Anastasia had said. Although the two had only been in Aquastead shortly, they seemed very familiar!

She felt her heart tighten uncomfortably. But suddenly, she realized something and smiled bitterly.

He had given the ring to Anastasia. Although she was the adopted granddaughter of the Youngs, she grew up in Regalia and received a wealthy lady's education.

One was the leader of the Finches, and the other was the granddaughter of the Youngs. They were the perfect match.

Rose thought that she shouldn't feel uncomfortable. Even though it was an arranged marriage, they were married nonetheless.

No matter what he wanted, he had to end his relationship with her first! What had he done? Damn it! Despising his handsome face, she gritted her teeth and thought that he was a scumbag.

She didn't want to overhear anything else that would piss her off. So she quickly put on a fake smile and walked down the steep slope back to Oliver.

She thought she had hidden her emotions well enough. But he stared at the red flower on her hand.

"This ..."

She lowered her eyes in confusion and saw the broken red flower. Its branch had snapped, and half of its petals had fallen off. She couldn't help but twitch her mouth and silently curse herself.

"I'll pick another one."

Just as she was about to turn around, he smiled and said, "No need. This one is just fine."

He took the flower from her hand. Although it wasn't perfect, she had picked it for him. He held it carefully, as it was holding the most precious of treasures.

"Rietta likes red flowers, and so do I," he murmured.

Ever since his fall, only Henrietta seemed to exist in his world. She put Jonathan out of her mind and focused her attention on Oliver.

"Grandpa, I also like red flowers."

They looked at each other and smiled happily. The wind was blowing gently at the foot of the mountain by the sea. But all of a sudden, the clear skies gave way to heavy rain. Everyone ran into the orphanage.

Oliver had planned to stay the night. After lunch, he took his medicine and rested in a prepared room. Rose sat by the window. For some reason, she wanted to know what Jonathan was doing. He still affected her mood even when he wasn't around.

Rose stood up abruptly and irritably. She could barely be here alone, let alone think about things she shouldn't. She walked out of the room, looking for Miles.

"Ah!"

He hit her when he realized that she hadn't even noticed that he had finished. She promptly came to her senses and requested his help.

"I need you to do something for me."

Nixon froze but wasn't too surprised. She wouldn't have given him something without expecting something of him in return. Sure enough, this was the Kelly he knew.

He lowered his voice and said, "Go ahead."

"There are some mountains nearby. It should be easy to make an old man accidentally fall somewhere in them, won't it?" she asked with a sense of mysteriousness.

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to kill someone?"

Old man? Was she referring to Oliver? She was so bold and vicious!

"Don't talk nonsense! What I want is an accident, not a murder!"

She didn't like the word kill. But if Oliver died, she would become the kindest and most innocent lady of the Youngs.

He lifted her chin.

"If you want to create an accident, why don't you do it yourself? Why would you ask me to help you?"