Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 357

Amid his thoughts, Gabriel suddenly heard movements behind him.

He turned around, and shock overcame him upon seeing the person who entered the room. "Sir…"

It was Oliver.

Oliver sat in the wheelchair, his face calm and serene—his eyes, as deep as a pool, betrayed no emotions. Despite Gabriel calling out to him, he appeared as though he hadn't registered the sound.

But Gabriel was sure that Oliver had heard Nixon's words just now.

Oliver was unmoving for a moment, then turned without any change in his expression.

"Sir..." Gabriel wanted to catch up, but Nixon's voice continued behind him.

"Uncle Jonathan, Kelly is a relentless person when it comes to achieving her goals. You should seek revenge on her. Her malice toward Rose is much greater than mine. You should send her to where Rose is."

Although Nixon made this plea, it didn't absolve him of being the cause of Rose's demise in that explosion.

Jonathan's gaze was deep. He stared silently at Nixon, and a sense of despair gradually emerged in Nixon's eyes.

It seemed his fate was undoubtedly sealed.

Though unwilling and unprepared to meet his end, Nixon could only hope to have a swift death—at the very least, to have his body intact and not reduced to fish food.

"Uncle... Uncle Jonathan..."

Nixon wished to beg for a more merciful death. But just as he uttered those words, Jonathan finally spoke. "You... don't need to die."

Nixon's body trembled, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He didn't need to die?

Did he hear him wrong?

He had caused Rose's death at sea. Yet, Jonathan had spared him?

Nixon found it hard to believe.

Jonathan's voice was calm. "You won't die, but I need to make use of you."

Nixon suddenly came to his senses, realizing Jonathan's intention. He promptly got on his knees and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I will definitely be of use. Uncle Jonathan, I will comply with whatever you ask of me."

A sense of joy enveloped Nixon as he reveled in the opportunity to live. His eyes sparkled with gratitude for the mercy Jonathan had shown him. Then, he heard Jonathan's voice carried by the sea breeze, "I want Kelly..."

This time, Nixon was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Jonathan wanted.

He wanted Kelly...

Was this "want" in the sense of a man desiring a woman? But why would Jonathan be interested in Kelly?

Nixon looked at Jonathan and inquired, "Uncle Jonathan, do you want Kelly's... life?"

"What else would he want?" Finley interjected coldly before Jonathan could respond.

If he didn't want her life, was he suggesting that he wanted her body? How cursed!

Nixon finally understood. Without hesitation, he said, "Uncle Jonathan, rest assured, I will definitely help you kill Kelly."

Nixon was overjoyed. It seemed that his words had indeed swayed Jonathan. If he could convince Jonathan to spare his life, dealing with Kelly would be a minor challenge.

As he contemplated how to handle Kelly, Jonathan spoke slowly, "Who said I asked you to kill her?" There was a hint of mockery in his tone.