Honey, You're a Billionaire?

When Rose entered the car, she noticed it was missing a key and couldn't start the vehicle. The street was empty, and there weren't any other cars either.

As such, she could only follow the navigation and ran along the route. Her phone's battery was depleted, and she was unfamiliar with Regalia's roads.

She had no choice but to memorize the route on her GPS while she ran. At last, right before her phone died, she saw a shared bicycle by the road and successfully rented it with her device. With the assistance of the bicycle, she finally moved faster.

The night was particularly chilly, not only because of the wind but also because of her worry for Yvonne. She wished she could appear beside Yvonne and confirm her safety. She hoped that Yvonne happened to lose her phone and that she merely wanted to dance on a whim.

However, the memories of tonight rendered her more anxious. The last-minute change of venue for the celebration party... The club under Finch Group... And that recommended-based admission spot from the Royal Dance Academy of Sardovia... She hoped she was horribly wrong, but all the arrangements tonight were seemingly targeted at Yvonne.

Then, her mind suddenly led her to Jack. For a second, she felt fear and stopped herself from thinking more. All she wanted was for Yvonne to be okay. Just as long as she was safe...

...

With one hand on the steering wheel, Jonathan gripped the earring with his other hand. Since he received the note, he had been filled with anticipation and excitement.

Rose had been keeping a distance from him since they came to Regalia. Hence, this was the first time she had wanted to see him alone.

Jonathan asked Leonard and Finley to head home, while he drove to the location Rose wrote on the note. On his way, he even bought a fresh bouquet. He followed the address on the note and sped over.

There was also another line on the note. "Let's talk." He didn't know what she wanted to talk about. Regardless, he would confess his feelings to her.

Their rendezvous was at a hotel under the Young Group. Upon arrival, Jonathan went straight to their designated room. The door was left ajar, so he headed in.

As the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom, his dark eyes were tinted with a touch of lust.

Suppressing his myriad of emotions, he laid the bouquet on the table and raised his brows at the already-poured red wine. Beside the red liquid was the counterpart of the earring he had.

He took the other earring into his palm and examined the pair together. The sight of Rose wearing them with a bright smile appeared in his head.

His heart couldn't help but race. When it came to her, he truly had no control. This ambiguous atmosphere instantly diminished the sense of willpower he was usually proud of.

Behind him, the water continued running in the bathroom, adding a touch of sensuality to the air. Not wanting Rose to notice his strangeness, he glanced at the wine she had prepared. With just a tilt of the glass, he downed the red wine. However, the alcohol didn't help calm him down like he wished. Instead, he felt a strange warmth coursing through his veins.

This wine... Jonathan furrowed his brows and stared at the glass. Then, he realized the wine had been spiked. He knew Rose wouldn't have done that to him, which meant...

He looked at the earrings in his hand. Suddenly, his gaze turned fearful. Rose was in danger!

Almost by instinct, Jonathan put down the wine glass and wanted to escape. Right then, the room dimmed into darkness before a figure came from behind and enveloped him. "This isn't Rose!" he thought. He was well familiar with how her body felt.

Reflexively, he seized the hands wrapped around his waist, his force almost unbearable. "Who are you?"

Yara screamed in fright. She distinctly saw Jonathan drinking the wine, so how did he have the strength to do this?

"I'm..."

She was overwhelmed by his aggression despite being in a pitch-black room with him. Then, she hesitated to say her name.

Apart from fear, she was also jealous. She didn't want to acknowledge that Jonathan was in love with Rose.

Out of options, she resorted to using the earring to lure Jonathan over in Rose's name. He had probably lowered his guard earlier and drank the red wine because of the earring on the table. "What did you do to Rose?" Jonathan's voice rang again. This time, he gripped her wrist harder.

Feeling like her hand would be snapped soon, Yara bit her lip, endured the pain, and feigned ignorance.

"Who's... Rose?" In the dark, the man squinted his eyes. She acted startled and clueless about who he was. "And who are you?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Before he could say anything, Jonathan felt a wave of dizziness. He shook his head, but it couldn't drive away his wooziness.

At that moment, Yara knew the drug

had taken effect. It was all thanks to her deviant cousin, Jack, that she had access to these substances. To fulfill his kink, he had all kinds of things.

All she needed to do then was wait for the drug to take over Jonathan's sound mind. Once he couldn't contain himself, things would fall into place. And even if he weren't initiating it, he would beg for her

help.

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Time ticked by, and Jonathan's body gradually felt more uncontrollable. It felt like he would drop to the ground any second now, but he couldn't. He needed to ensure Rose's safety!

As such, he quickly fished his phone out and called her. However, her phone was switched off. Without hesitation, he scrolled to Finley's contact number.

Yara couldn't possibly let him look for help. He was supposed to be all hers tonight!

"Ah..." She pretended to struggle.

By then, Jonathan had lost all his strength from earlier. With a simple push, she knocked over his phone to the floor. Finely's number remained undialed.

Jonathan used all his might to bend

down and pick up his phone. Just as

he was about to reach it, his body could no longer withstand the drug out of his sheer willpower. Witka bang, he dropped to the floor The air suddenly turned eerily quiet.

Yara knew he had succumbed to the drug's effects fully, but he remained still for a long time.

"Isn't he supposed to pounce on me? Why is he..." she wondered.

After watching the motionless man on the floor, she quickly turned on the lights and realized Jonathan's eyes were closed. It seemed he was unconscious. "Mr. Finch?" she tentatively called out.

Other than his breathing, the man was completely still. After several attempts to wake him up, Yara confirmed he was unconscious.

"Why is he dead asleep? How will he do anything with me if he's..." she complained in her mind.

With a darkened expression, she looked toward the red wine and deduced that the drug was defective. "Did Jack fool me? Damn!" she silently cursed. Shaking with anger, she took out her phone and decided to confront Jack over the phone.