Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 382

When Rose opened her eyes, she was surprised to see someone in front of her. "Jonathan? He's back in Regalia too?" she wondered.

Upon seeing his scrunched eyebrows, she finally understood Jonathan had protected her from the attack.

"A-Are you alright?" She stood up with Miles' help and hurriedly went to check on Jonathan.

However, Jonathan turned away from her and shielded her with his tall body. His gaze then landed on the journalist. The latter had long been petrified to see Jonathan.

Although there were minimal reports regarding the new ruler of Finch Group, he knew who Jonathan was as a journalist. He could easily disregard the Youngs, but he dared not mess with Jonathan and the Finches.

Upon realizing that he had struck Jonathan's head, he hastily explained, "Mr. Finch, I didn't mean to hit you. I wanted to teach her a lesson…"

"You… teach her a lesson?" Jonathan's gaze turned cold.

"Yes…" The journalist quickly realized something and retracted his words. "No, I… I… I…" He was usually eloquent, but when faced with Jonathan, he stammered.

When the crowd realized Jonathan had arrived, they abandoned their earlier aggression because they witnessed Jonathan taking a hit for that woman.

It was known within the industry that he was aloof with everyone, so why would he stand up for her? Instantly, they realized something was up.

Despite the tempting scoop, they were afraid to report the news as it involved Jonathan. At last, the camera flashes died down. Many held their breath while some were afraid to meet his eyes.

Having been subdued by Jonathan's presence, the journalist who attacked Rose went from panicking to fearing for his life. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Ultimately, he knelt on the ground after succumbing to the pressure.

"I was wrong, Mr. Finch! I'm so sorry! Please spare me…"

Spare him? Why didn't he spare Rose when he attacked her with the microphone then? Had Jonathan not made it in time, she would've been struck on the head.

When he thought of that, his face turned merciless.

"FMZ Media…" He glimpsed at the press badge. Although Jonathan didn't say another word, everyone present understood that FMZ Media would cease to exist soon.

The journalist was terrified. "Mr. Finch…" FMZ Media was Finch Group's…

Before he could finish, Jonathan told him to get lost without sparing him another glance. Then, his icy gaze swept across the other journalists. He looked indifferently at the crowd.

"What are you guys still doing here?"

"N-Nothing." One look from him was enough to send chills down their spines.

FMZ Media had become the first fallen victim. Afraid to attract any unnecessary attention from Jonathan, the journalists took their equipment in haste, covered their badges, and fled the scene. Suddenly, the outside of Young Estate was peaceful again.

When Jonathan looked back, he saw Rose's concerned eyes. "Where is it? Does it hurt? Let me see…" The loud thud alone was enough to tell it was a hard blow.

Her attentiveness was enjoyed by Jonathan. Despite the striking pain at the back of his head, he didn't want to worry her. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt…"

"For real?"

It was indeed a hard blow. When Finley recalled the scene earlier, he knew he was supposed to take the hit for Rose as someone who had learned martial arts. Yet, he didn't expect Jonathan to have faster reflexes than him.

Faced with Jonathan's grim expression, Finley couldn't tell if it was due to Rose or his headache. As such, he could only tentatively ask, "Should I call the doctor, Mr. Finch?"

Jonathan stayed silent, his brows increasingly tense. Suddenly, a realization dawned upon him, and he looked regretful. "If I'd said I was in pain, would she have felt bad for me?"

If she had felt bad, she wouldn't have deserted him outside.

"Ugh! I should've said it hurt! I'm actually in pain!" Jonathan felt intense regret and wished he could turn back time.

Meanwhile, Finley was speechless.

After staring at Young Estate momentarily, Jonathan wanted to knock on the door but changed his mind at the last second. His hand hung in mid-air for a while, but he returned to his car at last.

Finley thought they were leaving. "Where to, Mr. Finch?" However, Jonathan didn't plan to depart. Instead, he reclined his seat and lay down.

Seeing his seamless action—reclining and resting—Finley's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He knew Jonathan wanted to wait there all night.

As he heaved a helpless sigh, Jonathan said, "Tell Leonard to dismiss FMZ Media."

"Understood, Mr. Finch," responded Finley.

Once the instruction was relayed to Leonard, by the crack of dawn, FMZ Media would disappear like it had never existed.