Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 513

Emily and Clover arrived together and were soon led to their seats by an attendant. She followed his line of sight and quickly understood his mind. After scanning the room, she glimpsed Rose first and said, "Mr. Xanth, Rosie is right there!"

When Clover saw Rose, he couldn't help but notice Miles beside her. Why were they together? They seemed to be chatting about something.

Despite the distance, he could see Rose's distinct smile. He scoffed and stared disdainfully at Miles. At that moment, he had an impulse to sit beside Rose.

"Sir, miss, the auction is about to begin. Here are your seats," the attendant reminded them.

Clover furrowed his brows, and Emily grasped his intention. "Mr. Xanth, there isn't an empty seat… over there. We should lay low here in Regalia."

He had no words to refute. Watching Miles stroking Rose's head, he huffed and reluctantly sat down, clearly jealous.

Taking it in, Emily couldn't help but tease him. "Mr. Finch is the one Rosie likes, but why are you more jealous of Mr. Young than Mr. Finch?"

Jealous? Clover glanced displeasedly at her and scoffed. "Who says I'm jealous?"

Why would he be jealous? He had nothing to be envious of! However… When he looked in their direction again, his dissatisfaction overflowed.

Moments later, he coldly uttered, "I dislike Miles because… our birth charts clash."

Emily raised her eyebrows and decided not to expose him.

"Welcome, distinguished guests, to the Young Group Charity Auction. I'd like to thank the esteemed individuals who have generously contributed their collections for today's auction. You're all great philanthropists, and I believe Grandpa would be very pleased with today's event."

Anastasia, the organizer of the auction, commenced the event onstage. Having been splashed with red wine by Rose earlier, she had changed into a new gown. It was white on the top and black on the bottom, reminding Rose of the woman who had helped her outside the venue earlier.

Why did she think of her? They simply shared the same color combinations in their outfits, which was perfectly normal at this event. Was she in attendance at this auction too?

Then, Rose frowned slightly when she realized she didn't ask for the woman's name.

On stage, Anastasia finished her speech and received a warm round of applause, pulling Rose back from her thoughts. Following that, the auction items were brought up to the stage in succession.

Rose waited patiently. However, with the auction halfway through, Oliver's suit remained out of sight.

In the meantime, Jonathan's luxury car was stuck in traffic on the busiest street in Regalia during the peak hour.

Time passed by quickly, and he was visibly impatient and frustrated. The atmosphere in the car became suffocating.

"Sir…" In the driver's seat, Finley glimpsed through the rearview mirror and saw Jonathan's brows increasingly furrowed.

He cautiously stated, "Sir, don't worry. The bodyguard has confirmed that Mr. Young and Mr. Xanth are at the auction venue, so Mrs. Finch's safety is assured."

Yet, his consolation only darkened Jonathan's expression. "How much longer?" he asked coldly.

After returning to the car from checking the traffic conditions, Leonard reported, "Sir, there's been a car accident ahead involving several vehicles. It looks complicated and will likely hold up the traffic for some time."

A car accident on the busiest road in the city during the peak hour… Finley glanced at Jonathan and suddenly saw him opening the car door. "Sir…"

Leonard quickly followed suit. "Sir…"

112 was the number on Rose's bid paddle. At that instance, Miles knew she aimed to bid on this suit tonight, a thought-out scheme set by Anastasia. Still, why would she do that? He descended into thoughts…

"Number 176 has raised the bid to 20 thousand."

"Number 112, 30 thousand."

"Number 356, 40 thousand."

"Number 112, 50 thousand."

…

"Number 239, raising the bid to 300 thousand."

"Number 112…"

The auctioneer's voice continuously echoed in the venue. Some of the guests had raised paddles as a sign of respect, but each time, Number 112 would immediately follow with a higher bid, suppressing their offers.

It was as if she was determined to purchase that suit at any cost.

"Number 112, I have your bid of one million dollars!"

With each successive bid, the price reached one million. At last, the crowd couldn't help but turn toward the bidder who held Number 112.