Honey, You're a Billionaire?

When Yara's question was met with silence, she let loose a torrent of abuse. But just before she hung up, a female voice sounded from the other end.

"Jonathan is in love with someone."

Yara never expected to hear this from a stranger. She asked instinctively, "Who?"

"Rose Shaffer," came the answer from the stranger on the other end.

Yara blinked. "Who the hell is Rose Shaffer?" She had never heard of any Rose Shaffer, who hailed from Regalia.

"I can't help you with that, but I can tell you that Jonathan is madly in love with Rose. So what should you do if you want to marry the head of the Finch family?" the woman asked.

Yara pondered the question. If the woman on the other line was telling the truth and Rose truly existed, she would do anything to come between Rose and Jonathan. But there was something else she needed to know-the identity of her secret messenger.

Yara was about to ask when the other person hung up. She stared at her phone silently for a while. She muttered Rose's name several times and gradually grew curious about this mysterious woman. Arrogance radiated off her as she wondered what kind of woman had caught Jonathan's eye. Regardless of what this Rose Shaffer looked like, Yara was confident that the former had nothing on her. Over at Young Estate, droves of people came to pay their last respects to Oliver. On the day of his burial, articles about his funeral still ended up on mainstream media even though the Young family had kept the paparazzi away through any means necessary.

Pictures and videos taken on the day of Oliver's burial began to circulate.

Everyone with access to the mainstream media saw a young woman carrying Oliver's portrait while leading the procession.

She stood front and center, and even the eldest scion of the Young family walked alongside her like an escort.

Who was she? At once, the netizens went wild as they discussed the young woman's identity. They reckoned she might have come from some formidable background.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned house in Aquastead, the door to a pitch-black room slammed open with a bang.

The woman lying on the bed jumped down like a startled bird. She ran toward the corner and curled up with her arms covering her head. Every bit of her trembled with fear.

The woman was none other than Kelly, whom Jonathan had kept imprisoned in this dilapidated house.

Following Oliver's funeral and cremation, his ashes were brought back to Regalia overnight. Most of Jonathan's bodyguards had followed him back to Regalia, leaving only a select few in Aquastead to keep an eye on Kelly.

However, the bodyguards' scrutiny added to the torture Kelly was experiencing. She had already developed a bone-deep fear after being imprisoned for so long.

"Mr. Young Senior's burial just happened not too long ago," a voice said in the dark room.

Kelly noted the difference in the bodyguard's behavior today. Previously, the bodyguards who delivered her meals did not speak her, but it seemed the one who came today was setting a new precedent. She stiffened in the corner. Oliver had been buried, the bodyguard said.

As if to answer Kelly's question, the newscaster's voice rang through the room. "Oliver Young was buried today in the loving presence of his children and grandchildren. "The procession was led by a mysterious young woman who did the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait in solemnity, channeling the image of the head of the family.

"Even Miles Young, the eldest scion of the Young family, was respectful toward the young woman. One can only presume she hails from a formidable background..."

Kelly slowly looked up. Her gaze was murky, and her face was lined with exhaustion. But when she saw Rose's face in the news footage, unbridled hatred and jealousy filled her eyes.

She couldn't believe Rose had been given the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait for the procession. Did that mean Rose had been acknowledged as the true heiress of the Young family? Maniacal rage burned in Kelly's eyes as she thought about the prestigious status Rose now wielded and the massive fortune that would last her through lifetimes.

She hissed through gritted teeth, "Rose... Rose!"

Her jaw clenched as she glowered at Rose's face in the video. She wanted nothing more than to reach past the screen and take everything away from her.

As far as Kelly was concerned, she and only she could be the true heiress of the Young family.

When the person who came into the room saw the crazed gleam in Kelly's eyes, he knew his employer had guessed correctly. Kelly hated Rose with a passion.

As such, he said, "Rose is in Regalia right now. Do you want to see her?"

Kelly froze and turned to look at the man, wondering what he meant.

"I can help you get to Regalia if that's what you want," he added.

She stared at him. She was wary at first, then baffled. She was even mildly surprised by this stroke of luck as she asked, "Can you really help me?"

"Of course."

"What do you want in return?" Kelly probed. She doubted he would help her for free, so there had to be something he wanted from her.

"What do I want? Well, I want you to do something for me. Don't worry. It's nothing you wouldn't want to do," the man promised with a low chuckle. He asked again in confirmation, "What do you say?" "Deal," she replied without hesitation.

She had been tortured enough within these four walls. Jonathan would never spare her. Knowing him, he was probably saving any cruel punishment for after they had wrapped up Oliver's burial.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

As such, she couldn't care less who this mysterious man was, who he worked for, or what he wanted. She would gamble with what little odds she had in her favor if it meant she could get out. "Then stay here and wait for my word," the man said after hearing Kelly's answer and left the room.

In Regalia, society was abuzz with the question of who the mysterious young woman was at Oliver's burial.

Some felt that she was a socialite, but anyone who pried for more information only learned that the woman was Oliver's adopted granddaughter from Aquastead.

However, that narrative did not check out. If she was just an adopted granddaughter, why did she get the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait during the funeral procession?

The Young family was one of the Three Greatest Families in Regalia. Even with Oliver gone, the family's status did not change, nor did its affluence and power.

On the third day after the funeral,

many socialites were pressured by

their families to extend invitations to the Young family for various

gatherings. Those invitations were

made out to one Ms. Shaffer.

"Rose sure is popular. She is well-liked throughout Aquastead and Regalia," Anastasia remarked acerbically as she tossed yet another invitation into the pile on the side.

She knew these invitations were only made out to Rose because of the latter's startling presence at Oliver's funeral.

Anastasia had been among the many who protested against Rose holding up Oliver's portrait and leading the procession, but Miles ignored the opposing voices and pushed Rose into taking up the task.

Consequently, Rose looked like the

most important person in the Young

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family. That did not sit right with Anastasia, who was also an adopted granddaughter and did not

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appreciate the preferential treatment Rose received.

Rose sat on the couch, not at all reacting to Anastasia's snide comment or showing any interest in the invitations piling up on the table. She did not so much as spare them a glance. Anastasia ground her teeth at Rose's indifference. Furious, she was about to snap at the latter when Miles' voice cut through the tension.

"Rose, you don't have to go to any of the gatherings if you don't want to."

When he looked at Rose, it was with warmth and consideration.

Gabriel piped up, "That's right. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but you'll get cabin fever at some point if you keep staying in. I can give you a lift if you ever want to go out for some fresh air."

Rose rolled her eyes at Gabriel's offer. He had been staying at Young Estate since Oliver's burial. He was a relative of the Young family and also a scion, not to mention a hedonist.

At first, Rose thought he had stayed because of the whole funeral business. But now that the burial was over, what reasons could Gabriel possibly have for extending his stay at the estate?