Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 397

When Yara's question was met with silence, she let loose a torrent of abuse. But just before she hung up, a female voice sounded from the other end.

"Jonathan is in love with someone."

Yara never expected to hear this from a stranger. She asked instinctively, "Who?"

"Rose Shaffer," came the answer from the stranger on the other end.

Yara blinked. "Who the hell is Rose Shaffer?" She had never heard of any Rose Shaffer, who hailed from Regalia.

"I can't help you with that, but I can tell you that Jonathan is madly in love with Rose. So what should you do if you want to marry the head of the Finch family?" the woman asked.

Yara pondered the question. If the woman on the other line was telling the truth and Rose truly existed, she would do anything to come between Rose and Jonathan. But there was something else she needed to know—the identity of her secret messenger.

Yara was about to ask when the other person hung up. She stared at her phone silently for a while. She muttered Rose's name several times and gradually grew curious about this mysterious woman.

Arrogance radiated off her as she wondered what kind of woman had caught Jonathan's eye. Regardless of what this Rose Shaffer looked like, Yara was confident that the former had nothing on her.

Over at Young Estate, droves of people came to pay their last respects to Oliver. On the day of his burial, articles about his funeral still ended up on mainstream media even though the Young family had kept the paparazzi away through any means necessary.

Pictures and videos taken on the day of Oliver's burial began to circulate.

Everyone with access to the mainstream media saw a young woman carrying Oliver's portrait while leading the procession.

She stood front and center, and even the eldest scion of the Young family walked alongside her like an escort.

Who was she? At once, the netizens went wild as they discussed the young woman's identity. They reckoned she might have come from some formidable background.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned house in Aquastead, the door to a pitch-black room slammed open with a bang.

The woman lying on the bed jumped down like a startled bird. She ran toward the corner and curled up with her arms covering her head. Every bit of her trembled with fear.

The woman was none other than Kelly, whom Jonathan had kept imprisoned in this dilapidated house.

Following Oliver's funeral and cremation, his ashes were brought back to Regalia overnight. Most of Jonathan's bodyguards had followed him back to Regalia, leaving only a select few in Aquastead to keep an eye on Kelly.

However, the bodyguards' scrutiny added to the torture Kelly was experiencing. She had already developed a bone-deep fear after being imprisoned for so long.

"Mr. Young Senior's burial just happened not too long ago," a voice said in the dark room.

Kelly noted the difference in the bodyguard's behavior today. Previously, the bodyguards who delivered her meals did not speak to her, but it seemed the one who came today was setting a new precedent.

She stiffened in the corner. Oliver had been buried, the bodyguard said.

As if to answer Kelly's question, the newscaster's voice rang through the room. "Oliver Young was buried today in the loving presence of his children and grandchildren.

"The procession was led by a mysterious young woman who did the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait in solemnity, channeling the image of the head of the family.

"Even Miles Young, the eldest scion of the Young family, was respectful toward the young woman. One can only presume she hails from a formidable background…"

Kelly slowly looked up. Her gaze was murky, and her face was lined with exhaustion. But when she saw Rose's face in the news footage, unbridled hatred and jealousy filled her eyes.

She couldn't believe Rose had been given the honor of holding up Oliver's portrait for the procession. Did that mean Rose had been acknowledged as the true heiress of the Young family?

Maniacal rage burned in Kelly's eyes as she thought about the prestigious status Rose now wielded and the massive fortune that would last her through lifetimes.

She hissed through gritted teeth, "Rose… Rose!"