Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 529

"That's wonderful! If I can't sleep at night, I can easily find Rosie for a chat," Harriette exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy.

Although it was getting late, Patrick still prepared a celebratory feast to honor Harriette's return. Harriette requested that they serve the meal in the garden.

As they dined and drank, she often gazed at certain spots, lost in thought, as if recalling something significant. The purple lilies of the valley in the garden were in full bloom.

"I never imagined these lilies would not only survive but also thrive like this," Harriette murmured while walking amidst the beautiful flowers. Her expression turned somber as her thoughts seemingly drifted back in time.

Understanding her longing for Oliver, Miles said softly, "Grandpa tended to these flowers himself throughout the years. I'm sure he missed you greatly."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Harriette couldn't hold back her tears as she quietly wept for their grandfather. Miles tenderly consoled her.

Watching from the side, Rose felt like an outsider intruding on a family reunion. Yet, she missed Oliver just as much. She took a sip of her drink, her thoughts a jumble.

Anastasia returned just then, witnessing the touching scene unfold before her. Harriette leaned on Miles's shoulder while Rose sat back in her chair, creating an atmosphere that simultaneously felt warm and strangely disquieting.

"Harriette's back! And why is Rose here too? Didn't she stop staying at the Young Estate for a while? Why is she back today?" she thought, her heart filling with resentment as she recalled the events of the charity auction earlier that day.

Adding to her misery was the fact that after she had fled the event, Miles had allowed Harriette to take over as the eldest daughter of the Young family, presiding over the remainder of the evening's activities.

"The eldest daughter of the Young family…" Anastasia balled her fists in frustration as that thought filled her mind.

Years ago, she had gone to great lengths to snatch the title of the Young family's eldest daughter.

"But Harriette was supposed to be…" Anastasia's thoughts flickered as she recalled something, her eyes showing a brief glimmer.

Unexpectedly, Rose lifted her gaze, meeting Anastasia's just as she instinctively tried to look away. Their eyes locked.

Rose paused briefly upon noticing Anastasia. She hadn't forgotten her primary reason for attending the charity auction that day.

She had planned to seek out Anastasia afterward, but since they had run into each other, she was determined to get an answer that night.

Upon noticing Rose's gaze, Anastasia quickly retreated into the house.

"Miles, Etta, I'm feeling a bit tipsy, so I'll retire for the night," Rose excused herself, feigning drunkenness, and followed Anastasia inside.

Just as Anastasia was about to close the door, Rose's foot caught it, keeping it open a crack.

Anastasia turned around, her expression shifting as she saw Rose. Instinctively, she tried to force the door shut, but Rose's foot firmly held it in place, rendering her efforts futile.

"You haven't fulfilled your end of our agreement today," Rose said, cutting straight to the chase.

Anastasia frowned, realizing there was no escaping the confrontation unless she gave Rose the answer she sought.

"Come in," she said coldly before releasing her grip on the door and allowing Rose to enter.

"You said you know where Kelly is. Where is she?" Rose's voice was laced with urgency, causing her to overlook the door left slightly ajar in her wake.

Anastasia tossed her bag aside and sank onto the couch. A cold expression washed over her face. "Kelly's whereabouts, huh?" she mused.

"Hasn't he told you?" Her tone was laced with mockery.

"He?" Rose questioned.