Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 444

"The third floor!"

The hallway to the third floor of the gallery was locked. Miles had asked the staff about it but was told that was where Cyrus stored his important items. As such, it was not open to the public year-round. They had also assured him nobody was on the third floor.

Without a second thought, Jonathan dashed toward that floor.

All the hallways on the third floor were equipped with high-tech digital locks. Since this gallery belonged to Cyrus, Jonathan glanced at Leonard, who was following behind, and tacitly communicated what he needed. Immediately, Leonard fished out his phone and dialed a number.

Downstairs, everybody remained stunned in place. When a phone rang, the crowd simultaneously looked toward Cyrus, who wore a gloomy expression.

When he looked at his phone, he furrowed his brows. The ringtone continued echoing throughout the gallery, creating an eerie atmosphere. After some time, he finally answered the call.

On the other side of the call, a cold voice sounded. "Give me the password!" Jonathan was referring to the password to access the third floor.

Despite being in the same building, the father and son would only communicate through phone calls. Without receiving an answer, Jonathan piped up again.

"If you wish to stay in Regalia, give me the password now!" He had millions of ways to banish his father from the city.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he smiled. "All for a woman?"

He couldn't believe his son would threaten him over a woman. Was it Rose? He vaguely heard her name earlier and thought it sounded familiar, but…

"She's not up there!" Why would this woman he was looking for be on the floor locked all year round?

Jonathan locked eyes with Miles and came to a tacit agreement. No matter what, they needed to find out themselves!

"Give me the password!" Jonathan raised his voice as if issuing his final ultimatum.

The atmosphere on both floors remained eerily quiet. For almost a minute, the two didn't respond to each other.

Lizzie, who was standing beside Cyrus, could vaguely hear their conversation. "Reluctant" to watch them at a stalemate and affect their relationship, she quickly intervened to help.

"Let's just unlock the third floor if that's what Jon wants." Sensing his lack of movement, she added, "You don't have to go. I'll do it." That was another way of saying he could unlock the floor without conceding to Jonathan.

All these years, Lizzie had always been the mediator between the two whenever things like this happened.

Looking at her back, Cyrus could feel his heart soften. His son had always harbored animosity toward her. Afraid that Jonathan would lash out at her, he quickly followed suit.

On the third floor, Jonathan spared Lizzie a cold glance before averting his gaze. Despite facing his hostility, she was immune to it and even wore a smile. "Let me do it, Jon."

She was just about to step forward when Cyrus shielded her. "Stay there. I'll do it." He was extremely gentle toward his wife.

After glancing at Jonathan, Cyrus walked to the door and scanned his fingerprint. The moment the door unlocked, Jonathan and Miles dashed through the hallways. Though they were clearly anxious, Cyrus also became curious about Rose.

"Cyrus, I don't think this is a good idea. The stuff up there…" Lizzie discarded her composure from earlier and suddenly displayed hints of worry. Cyrus naturally understood her intent.