Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 385

Yara marched up to Kate and gripped her by the arms. "What did you just say?"

Startled, Kate eyed Yara with bewilderment. She had mentioned only one name earlier, and that was Jonathan's. She said carefully, hoping she was answering Yara's question, "M-Mr. Jonathan Finch."

She saw Yara's eyes light up. "Jonathan… Jonathan…" Yara mumbled under her breath, her mood lightening as a sudden thought crossed her mind. "This is perfect! Don't you see? This is my chance!"

Her chance to get close to Jonathan, the new person in charge of Rise Entertainment, and have him handle the controversy before it spiraled out of hand.

As long as she could see him—or rather, let him see her—she was confident she could make him fall for her.

Yara could already see her plan falling into place. Feeling victorious, she turned to Kate and ordered, "Put out a statement using my social media account and make it sound like I was so focused on my work that I didn't pay attention to any scandal, false or not.

"Tell everyone that I think the last actress fitted the role more than I do, and that I'm quitting so that she can reprise it."

"Quitting?" Kate repeated, mortified. "But what about all the lengths you went to to get the role?"

By that, she meant the destructive scandal Yara had crafted so that the unfortunate actress would be so ostracized that the movie producers would sack her. However, Kate dared not elaborate on this.

Yara ignored Kate's concerns and sauntered over to the mirror, admiring her sculpted figure and angelic face.

It was just as well that she backed out of the movie. At least then she would have time to conjure up ways to ensnare Jonathan and marry him. Jonathan was practically hers for the taking.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was outside Young Estate. He closed his eyes in hopes of getting some rest, but Rose filled his mind and stole sleep from him.

It was past midnight, and the sky had yet to break with dawn's first light.

Finley lay asleep inside the car. When his eyes fluttered open and he did not see Jonathan anywhere, he bolted upright.

He hurried out of the car and spotted a towering figure in the distance, creating a dark silhouette against the night.

The figure appeared to be staring in Young Estate's direction, looking for all the world like a stone statue gazing upon the estate with longing. The figure was none other than Jonathan.

"Tsk," Finley clicked his tongue, sighing. A few months ago, Jonathan would never have predicted himself to be standing in front of Young Estate like a lovesick fool. He must really have been in love with Rose.

Jonathan couldn't tell where Rose was. He couldn't see through the walls of the mansion, after all. However, just knowing that she was somewhere beyond those walls assured him.

Rose had been in the funeral hall of Young Estate since her return. She had not left her post. She was already injured from the blast, and she had lost some weight after days of exhaustion.

Miles couldn't bear to see her like this. "Go get some rest. I'll take over."

"No," Rose said.

She wanted to stay with Oliver for just a while longer. She did not feel tired at all, at least not in the physical sense. Only sheer will kept her upright at the moment.

But no sooner had she refused Miles' offer did her head swim with fatigue. She braced through it, but the next wave of exhaustion crashed over her and the room spun.

Her body went limp as she swayed, and she would have hit the ground had Miles not caught her in time.

"Go and get some rest," Miles repeated more firmly.

He was not making a suggestion this time. He was ordering Rose to get some sleep. Without another word, he hauled her up and frog-marched her to the guest room in Young Estate.