Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Despite ringing for a long time, the call was not connected.

Yara angrily tossed her phone aside. She was unwilling to give up on solidifying her relationship with Jonathan tonight. Not to mention, she had also contacted Bella and the media. Tomorrow morning, they would happen to show up and catch their "affair". She stared at Jonathan and couldn't help but admire his handsome face. She didn't believe there would be any consequences she couldn't face when Jonathan found out he had been tricked.

As long as the Maize family and media pressured him, he couldn't escape from her claws, even if he was the ruler of Finch Group.

As for his impression of her, she wasn't worried about it. After they got married, she could tackle him with charm and tricks as time passed.

Hence, she had to seize the opportunity before her. This was her closest chance! She had to get it done!

"You're mine, Jonathan. I will become Mrs. Finch no matter what!" She was determined. So, she used all her might to hold him up and plopped him onto the bed.

...

At Finch Group's club, the celebration party continued in full swing. In one of the rooms, a sudden phone call awakened the unconscious Yvonne.

Jack let his phone ring without a care. He had no plans to answer the call. As he sat on the chair, his hunter-like gaze fixed on Yvonne, whose body had plopped onto the floor. He looked like he would take his time in devouring her.

In contrast, the woman in the bathroom was anxious. "Hey, Yvonne. We got rid of your friend as you wished. You saw the photo too. Now it's time to thank Mr. Finch."

Mr. Finch, huh... Yvonne gritted her teeth. Perhaps she had constantly tried to exert her strength, or because she feared for her life, her body had formed a layer of cold sweat.

"How do I thank him with you here?" Yvonne glanced at that woman, her inner full of resentment.

"You..."

The woman was enraged. She wanted to go up to Yvonne but was interrupted by Jack's words. "Aren't you gonna leave?" It was directed at her, but he didn't spare her a glance.

"I..." The woman was displeased. She couldn't believe Jack wanted her gone!

Afraid to enrage him, she knew he was about to enjoy his new companion and didn't want to be a third wheel. As such, she glanced at Yvonne with jealousy. However, she soon took pleasure in what Yvonne was about to experience. "Of course. I'll leave now... Ms. Spencer, be a good girl, will you?"

With that, she purposely walked past Jack while showing off her voluptuous body, as if to remind him not to forget about her after getting a shiny new toy.

Jack was unamused by it. He had long been sick of such a bold woman. Rather, he adored women like Yvonne.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Before the woman exited the room, he was reminded of something and instructed her, "Take the phone away." He didn't want anything else to interrupt his fun tonight.

After the door closed, the spacious room was left with Jack and Yvonne. He rose to his feet and unbuttoned his shirt.

His movement provoked a spike of anxiety in her, and she wanted to stand up and run. However, after her futile attempts, she understood she couldn't escape with her mere strength. Still, she couldn't let herself be humiliated like this. What could she do? "Looks like you can't go over there. I'll help you." Jack's voice sounded above her head, and she felt she couldn't escape him.

"Go over where exactly?" she pondered.

Without a chance to struggle, Jack

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carried her in his arms, like a prince holding a princess. However, Yvonne was disgusted by what was supposed to be a romantic gesture. She didn't know where he wanted to take her, but she had a hunch it wouldn't be anywhere good.

As expected, Jack went to his desk and activated a button. Soon, a secret door opened. Although she was restless, her mind was clear.

She distinctly saw that there was another room behind the door. The room had bright lights and an array of "toys" that revolted her. This man had a kink!

"Do you like it?" Jack lowered his head and took in Yvonne's reaction. The shock and contempt on her innocent face amused him.

"You..."

Had they been under normal circumstances, Yvonne would've called him a freak. Since she was in his territory, however, she couldn't enrage him. She had a hard time faking her admiration, nonetheless. She paused momentarily, and it widened the smile on Jack's face. "It's okay. You can call me a freak!"

She was speechless. This man was undoubtedly a freak! A psychopath! To enchant him, she had no choice but to share his interest.

"We're doing this?"

She scanned her surroundings and suppressed her disdain. She couldn't possibly imagine how much torture a woman would be put through after experiencing this.

He looked at her plump skin. "It breaks my heart to do it, but I really like you."

It was precisely because he liked her that he wanted to use all of his toys on her. At that moment, Yvonne was engulfed with a sense of hostility. Still, she couldn't break character.

Heaving a deep, silent breath, she struggled to conceal her nervousness despite her mental preparation. Her voice came out shaky.

"If we're doing this, I'll get all exhausted. That'd be boring, wouldn't it?"

Jack looked suspiciously at her.

With just a glance, he deciphered her

intention. Was she planning to

escape after she gathered her strength? She had now landed in his territory and entered the room.

There was no way she could run.

He effortlessly saw through her intention, which increased his confidence. Even if she had strength, she couldn't outsmart him and escape.

"You're not entirely wrong," he said.

A hint of delight flashed across Yvonne's eyes, causing Jack to be more excited. He put her down and walked to the corner before retrieving an item from the box. Then, he returned with a glass of water. "Drink it. Once you do, you'll regain your strength." His smile was mischievous.

Yvonne was unaware of the water's content, but what could be worse than this? She accepted the glass of water and downed it.

"Aren't you scared that it's spiked?" He couldn't help but chuckle upon looking at the emptied glass.

She returned him a smile. "Since you like me, I suppose you won't kill me here."

"Indeed, I'm getting more infatuated with you." So infatuated that he wanted to use all the items on her Scanning the room, his source of happiness, he began to feel an irresistible sense of excitement. "Take your pick. Whatever you like."

His tone sounded like he was offering a woman a shopping spree at a luxury store, authoritative and romantic. In reality, he was a monster. Yvonne couldn't help but worry for her safety.