Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Leonard stood prepared. He had anticipated Jonathan's imminent wrath.

Despite the bar's freezing air conditioning, he still felt clammy with sweat. After a moment of silence, Jonathan finally spoke.

"Prepare a mask for me. Everyone else, wear masks too!"

His cold command cut through the air like a poisoned blade. His gaze remained fixed on a specific booth.

Leonard was speechless. He didn't immediately grasp the purpose of the masks. On the other hand, Finley understood. Jonathan was jealous.

As for what he intended to do, Finley had a vague idea. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. Then, he urged a bewildered Leanord.

He said, "Masks! What are you waiting for? Go and get it."

Leonard snapped out of his daze. He had to get the masks as soon as possible. There was no time to delay.

Inside the lively bar, Rose was surrounded by various young men. Perhaps it was because she had a few drinks, she couldn't see a single face clearly. However, in her mind, Jonathan's face kept appearing.

As if to dispel this image, Rose drank one glass after another. At some point, the young men around her began leaving one by one. Yvonne, who was also a bit tipsy, frowned.

She protested and said, "Hey, what's going on? Why is everyone leaving? My best friend hasn't had enough fun yet." She hadn't had enough fun either.

Except for their booth, almost all the young men in the bar had left. Rose and Yvonne exchanged glances.

Yet, within just two minutes of their departure, each person emerged wearing a mask. A variety of men wore a variety of masks. It was truly dazzling.

Yvonne couldn't look away. "So, there's something new after all."

Today, she felt like she had experienced everything new in this world. But Rose felt an intangible sense of oppression wash over her. She tried to pinpoint its source, but each masked face appeared ordinary. Those who returned sat around Rose as before.

Jonathan quietly took the seat closest to Rose. Rose searched for the source of the pressure. When Rose locked eyes with the man, it unsettled Jonathan.

Suddenly, Jonathan grabbed her hand and placed it on his wrist. This move shocked Rose and the surrounding "colleagues", including Leonard and Finley, who were also wearing masks. Leonard was shocked. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He tried to remain composed but then glanced at Finley. He silently asked, "What's going on?"

For Jonathan to wear a mask and personally intervene was already unimaginable. But this...

He had actively held a woman's hand and put her in such an intimate position. Besides, he could tell from Jonathan's gaze that he was enjoying the moment, almost seeking admiration. Finley thought, "Is this still his aloof Mr. Finch?"

Finley dared not make a sound. He saw once again that Jonathan had no limits when it came to Rose. Worse yet...

"Do you like it?" Jonathan's voice lowered to a seductive whisper. His tone carried an intense allure.

His gaze seemed to delve into Rose's thoughts.

This question jolted Rose awake, her body stiff with shock from his previous move. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand back. However, Jonathan grasped her firmly. Rose couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Yvonne noticed the commotion from behind. She immediately stepped forward. "What are you doing? Let go of her! Let go, let go!"

She brandished a bottle of liquor. She was ready to smash it over Jonathan's head.

Luckily, Finley stepped in to block her. While holding Yvonne back, Finley pleaded with his eyes at Jonathan.

If Jonathan continued to be so "audacious", things could get messy. Thankfully, after a brief standoff, Jonathan mercifully released Rose's hand.

The moment Rose regained her freedom, she quickly moved a step away. Finley also released Yvonne, but her anger was unabated.

She marched straight between Rose and Jonathan. She shielded Rose while glaring fiercely at the man before her.

With a stern warning, she said, "If Rose touches you willingly, it's fine. But if she doesn't want to, you can't force her to touch you! Try laying a hand on her again, and see what happens."

Yvonne feared this man would try to take advantage of Rose again. She said, "Rose, let's leave him." With that, Yvonne stood up. She wobbled slightly and intended to drive him away.

Under the mask, Jonathan's expression darkened. Just then, Leonard, sharp-eyed and perceptive, stepped forward to defuse the situation. "Miss, let's him stay. He... also has it tough."

The ruler of the Finch Group wore a mask while playing the role of a male model. Indeed, it wasn't an easy thing for him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's give him a chance," Finley chimed in.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Yvonne frowned and said, "Give him a chance. He's been rude to guests..."

"But he's good-looking..." Leonard added.

"How good-looking?" Yvonne asked.

"He's the best-looking in the entire bar," Finley exclaimed.

Yvonne squinted as she sized him up. Jonathan's face under the mask darkened, but he noticed Rose also scrutinizing him.

He straightened his posture as if

proving a point. In this whole barche

was the best-looking. Seeing that Rose and Yvonne still hadn't

relented, Leonard interjected on Jonathan's behalf.

"His background is tragic. His whole family relies on him."

The entire Finch Group relied on his decisions. Hence, it wasn't an untrue statement.

"Huh?"

He was good-looking but he had a tragic background.

Yvonne suddenly felt she had been too loud earlier. A wave of guilt washed over her. Perhaps she had been too hasty, but....

Just as Yvonne hesitated, Jonathan's gaze remained fixed on Rose. His gaze was intense, especially after Leonard's comment about his tragic background.

He cooperated with Leonard. His eyes seemed to brim with infinite sorrow. His wife was seeking out male models behind his back... He was truly pitiful.

Rose couldn't bear it anymore. She caught his eye and spoke up suddenly. "Just... let him stay."

Though she agreed to let him stay, Rose felt the need to keep her distance from him.

Jonathan smiled contentedly. Rose stood up and found a new spot, putting several people between them. Upon seeing her action, Jonathan's satisfied smile instantly froze.

He casually picked up a drink, swirling it lightly. His gaze was still fixed on Rose. It was akin to a hunter eyeing beloved prey.

Rose was his, so he wasn't in a rush. Tonight, Rose wanted to play, and he would accompany her at his leisure.

As time passed, Rose felt increasingly uneasy. Whenever someone approached too closely, she would feel a tingling sensation on her scalp and uncomfortable all over.

After a few instances, she decided to escape to the restroom. However, she had barely left when someone stealthily followed her.

The bar was massive. After Rose emerged from the restroom, she was disoriented and was about to ask someone for directions when she saw a tall figure leaning against the wall ahead.

His white shirt had a few buttons undone. Though he wore a mask, Rose recognized him instantly from the hunter-like gaze. Rose wondered if he was following her.

Rose became cautious. But in the next instant, she found it amusing. Perhaps she was being overly suspicious. Maybe he just came out for some fresh air.

Rose thought, "Who says male models at the bar can't take a break?"

Rose decided to pretend not to recognize him and just walked over casually.