Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 395

A few faces flashed through Finley's mind, all belonging to the other male Finch family members from Jonathan's generation.

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Finley looked up to see the most handsome man in the entertainment industry walking toward them.

With a face crafted by the angels, the man wore the simple white blouse like he was doing it a favor.

"M-Mr. Turner?" Finley frowned.

Not a lot of people knew that Ezra, the hottest male star in showbiz, was from the Finch family. Rise Entertainment had been established because of him.

Finley immediately thought about what Jonathan had said in the elevator. Was Jonathan planning to let Ezra fulfill the marriage alliance with Yara instead?

He dared not speak this thought aloud, but the comprehension laced with surprise in his eyes told Jonathan enough.

"What are you doing here?" Ezra asked sullenly when he saw Jonathan.

Though Ezra and Jonathan were siblings, their meetings were always hostile. If one didn't know better, one might think they had some age-old feud to settle.

Ezra had been dragged back to Regalia when he visited Aquastead twice. After the second time, he had been placed under the "protection" of the Azure Clan of the Finches and only just regained his freedom not too long ago.

"I see you've finally decided to grace Regalia with your presence," Ezra drawled. When he thought of Rose, he asked, "What about her?"

If Jonathan was back, Ezra could only assume he had lost interest in Rose. He shook his head mockingly and added, "I feel bad for her."

Naturally, Jonathan knew the woman Ezra was referring to. He would have given Rose the moon if she asked for it. As far as he was concerned, Ezra's sympathy could shove it.

Then again, Jonathan didn't think he needed to explain anything to Ezra. He stared at the latter for a while before looking away and walking straight past him.

"Jonathan!" Ezra ground out, clenching his fists. He hated it whenever Jonathan treated him like he was invisible.

The three of them were the only ones in the corridor beyond the elevator bay. Finley could feel the angry energy crackling in the air, the tension so thick he could suffocate.

Once she was done with her makeover, she hurried to catch up with Jonathan. While she was in the elevator, she thought to make sure that the reporters from just now had taken a shot of her and Jonathan. If not, she could always create another photo opportunity.

The reporter on the other end was conflicted. He knew Yara was talking about getting a picture where she and Jonathan were in one frame, but none of the reporters had dared to aim their cameras at Jonathan.

However, they were also intimidated by Yara's powerful background.

The reporter hesitated for a while before nodding. "Yes, we got it."

That was a lie. They only got a shot of her coming out of her car.

Upon hearing this, Yara happily hung up the phone. Admiration and determination flashed in her eyes as she thought about Jonathan.

"Mr. Finch—no, I'll be calling him Jonathan soon."

She had only just muttered this when she looked up and met a pair of beautiful bedroom eyes.