Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Finley spotted Jonathan coming out of Young Estate and hurriedly handed him the phone. "Mr. Finch, Mrs. Finch Senior... Mrs. Finch Senior wants you to check your phone. She also said you must answer the

call..."

He gave Jonathan a look as if to say, "Save yourself."

Jonathan fished out his phone. Sure enough, there were several missed calls from Finch Manor. He gave Finley a brief hum in response and took the phone from him.

"Grandma-"

No sooner had the word left his mouth did Eleanor's snort come from the other side. "Grandma, huh? Here I was thinking you'd forgotten about me."

"As if," Jonathan said lightly. "What is it? Sorry, I missed your calls. I was at Mr. Young Senior's funeral."

Eleanor's displeasure waned when she heard this. She said, "I see. I called to ask you to head to Rise Entertainment. The person in charge quit, and I need you to run things for a while."

Rise Entertainment? The Finch Group had countless enterprises under its umbrella, and Rise Entertainment was only an entertainment agency. He couldn't help wondering why Eleanor was asking him to run

it.

Suddenly sensing something amiss, Jonathan asked, "Grandma, why don't you come right out and tell me what you're planning?"

Eleanor fell silent. If she were to tell him that she was trying to set him and Yara up, he would never agree to it. As such, she lied.

"It's Ezra. He and I had words on a few occasions after he returned from Aquastead.

"He said he fell for a young woman called Something-Shaffer. When I asked him for her full name so that I could track her down, he refused to tell me. Maybe you can talk to him and find out." Jonathan considered the information Eleanor had given him. His gaze darkened as he said, "Got it."

Eleanor froze. "I-Is that a yes?" She had been prepared to persuade him to take up the job and was surprised to hear him agree so readily.

"Yes," Jonathan answered.

Upon hearing his confirmation, Eleanor nodded in satisfaction. "So you do still care about your brother after all."

Jonathan raised a brow but kept his tone neutral as he drawled, "Well, of course." However, Eleanor could not see the smirk that now played on his lips.

Meanwhile, over at Rise Entertainment's dressing room, Ezra was sipping on some hot tea when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He frowned and inched closer to the makeup artist next to him, asking, "Hey, did you feel anything weird?"

The makeup artist gave him a bewildered look as if to ask, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, it's like this weird... chill-down-your-spine kind of feeling?" Ezra thought his description was spot-on. It was a bad feeling that made one's skin crawl.

The makeup artist glanced at the

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door, which was tightly shut. Even the windows were closed, and the weather outside did not indicate a drop intemperature. The air conditioning had not been turned on either.

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There was no draught in the room, so the makeup artist chalked Ezra's so-called "weird feeling" up toNôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

nonsense. She raised a brow and

said, "I haven't done anything wrong

to feel so paranoid."

Was she implying that Ezra had done something wrong? He was about to snap at her when she smacked the makeup sponge squarely on his lips, silencing him in a comically timely manner. Outside Young Estate, Jonathan was about to get into the car after wrapping up the phone call with Eleanor when he heard a pleasant voice call out, "Mr. Finch?"

However, he kept walking like he hadn't heard it at all.

Yara clenched her jaw. She had deliberately raised her voice. There was no way he hadn't heard her. But the more indifferent he was, the more she rose to the challenge.

This was her first meeting with Jonathan, and she was determined to make him see her in all her glory!

Resolved, Yara marched forward in

her tall stilettos, breaking into a

small jog to catch up with him. She stopped him just before he reached his luxurious ride and said, "Hi, there! It's nice to meet you."