Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Warded in a Psychiatric Facility 

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Rose’s eyes remained fixed on Jonathan’s face. She wouldn’t want to miss any expression of her start escort ex–husband. 

The mention of Mr. Finch caused Jonathan to nervously hold his breath. At that moment, he contemplated confessing the truth if Rose correctly identified his identity. 

He even pondered ways to amend her negative impression of Mr. Finch but was taken aback by her unexpected question. 

“Are you… Mr. Finch’s… cousin?” she said with a frown, seemingly doubtful of her guess. 

She shook her head and mumbled, “No, that’s impossible.” 

Mr. Finch’s cousin must have a high social standing as well. Her star escort ex–husband might look aristocratic, but he certainly could not rival the Finch Family. 

Jonathan found her confusion amusing. When she ceased asking him questions, he fell silent as well. 

However, she soon announced, “I’m going to the Finch Building later.” 

The Finch Building? Jonathan nearly choked on his soup. 

“Why?” 

“To meet with Jonathan Finch!” she declared, feeling it was only right to personally thank him for seeking justice on her behalf. 

Putting her utensils down, she changed into a T–shirt and jeans before leaving home. Jonathan, seated at the dining table, didn’t hesitate to follow her. 

Meanwhile, a crowd gathered in the bustling area near the Finch Building. Phones in hand, they snapped photos of a man curled on the ground. 

Someone commented, “He’s Nixon Lane! I met him once before this, and he looked quite decent then. But now, he’s unrecognizable.” 

“I heard he got onto the bad side of the head of the Finch Group. Why else would the Finches take action against the Lanes?” 

“It seems like the Lanes have given up on Nixon Lane to appease the Finches. No statement from the Finches yet, they’re not going easy on the Lanes, it seems.” 

People were murmuring in the crowd and staring at Nixon like he was a joke. 

Nixon had regained consciousness by then. The first thing that flashed across his mind was the 

nightmare he had endured in the three full days. 

Despite his best efforts to erase those memories, they haunted him persistently. The crowd’s disdainful looks fueled his sense of humillation as though they were reading his memories. 

G–Get lost!” 

Nixon suddenly launched an attack on the crowd with fear in his eyes. Dressed in simple pajamas, he entered a slight altercation with someone, and a button popped off the shirt. 

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His chest, and his bruises, were exposed to the public. The people around him immediately understood what had happened to Nixon. 

Someone remarked, “Tsk…” 

Everyone regarded Nixon as a playboy with kinks without thinking much about his bruises. However, Nixon was made to feel exposed after hearing the remarks. He instantly covered his face with his shirt. 

“I am Mr. Lane,” he mumbled, hoping to use his social status as a shield against the nightmarish 

memories. 

Instead, the crowd laughed louder at his expense. 

An onlooker reminded him, “You’re no longer Mr. Lane after your family kicked you out.” 

“Right. Those rich heirs are nothing without their statuses. I heard that Mr. Lane didn’t have anything to show. Without his reputation, I’m afraid there’s only one option left for him …” 

Another chimed in, “He’s pretty good–looking and muscular. I bet he’s someone’s type, Perhaps, he could 

sell his ass.” 

The crowd erupted in laughter at the harsh statement. It was exactly that statement that drove Nixon into madness. He yelled hysterically as fear morphed into insanity. 

Those who noticed his change immediately called 911. The ambulance arrived to take him to the hospital, but Nixon refused to cooperate and even beat up the staff. 

Observers couldn’t help but wonder if Nixon Lane had lost his sanity. Another good Samaritan contacted the psychiatric facility. 

The facility sent a fully–equipped vehicle to collect Nixon, and they successfully hauled him away. 

This incident unfolded on the route to the Finch Building. As Rose’s car passed by the scene, the vehicle containing the restrained Nixon passed her as well. 

In a fleeting moment, she caught wind of someone calling her name, but upon scanning the area, couldn’t discern the source. 

she 

Nixon, bound and struggling, caught sight of Rose and screamed her name, but the nurse quickly stuffed his mouth to prevent him from yelling. Still, he continued speaking in muffled voices and a pleading look 

After Nixon was taken away, the crowds dispersed from the location. One of them was Kelly, who stood there until the vehicle carrying Nixon disappeared from her sight. 

She had her luggage with her, and she wanted to take a look at Nixon before visiting Angelica Willis at Chereton, She witnessed Nixon’s public breakdown but did not feel sorry at all for him. 

Among them was Kelly, who lingered until the vehicle carrying Nixon vanished from her sight. 

Unmoved by his public breakdown, she uttered disdainfully, “Useless thing!” 

To her, Nixon was merely a tool that not only failed to serve her objectives but also tarnished her reputation. The only reason she felt upset for Nixon was because she mourned the loss of a tool. 

It was fine. She cast her gaze toward the Finch Building with the determination to get something. She stood for a while before halling a cab and leaving.