Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 550

Harriette's heart burned with rage. The words of those around her were harsh but painfully true. Not only that, but the public only knew Rose as Oliver's adopted granddaughter and was unaware of her true identity.

If they discovered that Rose was of Young family blood, they would surely raise her on an even higher pedestal. One could only imagine what would happen to Harriette by then.

She locked her gaze on Rose, who stood confidently in the spotlight, and her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.

Rose's radiant charm remained the same as before, and her brilliance would likely only grow stronger in the future.

As for Harriette, she couldn't help but wonder if she would forever be overshadowed by Rose even with a new face. She hadn't forgotten the reason she decided to change her face in the first place.

From Kelly to Harriette, she had made this transformation with a clear goal in mind. This time, she was determined to get what she wanted. Lowering her gaze, she started contemplating her next steps.

Meanwhile, within the crowd, another person was equally displeased.

Standing beside Eleanor, Lizzie's smile remained fixed in place but had long since lost its warmth. Eleanor's murmurs of surprise reached her ears.

"Rose? So it was her all along… When Clover came to the manor to pick her up, I knew there was something special between them, but I didn't realize…

"I should have figured it out sooner, but I guess I'm getting old, and my mind isn't as sharp as it used to be… ha ha..."

Despite Eleanor's soft, self-deprecating mutterings, her delight was evident. It was as though she had stumbled upon a hidden gem and discovered it just in time.

Certain that Rose had no intention of leaving, Eleanor refocused her attention on Elijah. After all, this once-legendary figure of the Xanth family had long retired from the business world.

He was in Regalia for Clover's acknowledgment of Rose as his sister, and there was no telling when he would return to the Xanth family.

She scanned the crowd, relying on her years of experience in recognizing people. Soon, she spotted a man dressed in casual attire, deliberately keeping a low profile. Even so, his distinguished presence set him apart from the crowd.

Standing beside him was someone she had not expected—Jonathan.

Eleanor's surprise was palpable. However, her initial shock gave way to a nod of satisfaction. Her grandson had a knack for meeting her expectations, and there he was, already standing by Elijah's side just as she had spotted him.

Unbeknownst to Eleanor, Jonathan had not only positioned himself next to Elijah but had also handed him something ten minutes earlier.

Jonathan glanced at the badge now gripped tightly in Elijah's hand. After a moment of contemplation, he chuckled softly.

"Mr. Xanth, you might want to return that to me."

Elijah's gaze remained fixed on Rose, his hands clenching the badge even tighter. Ignoring Jonathan's comment, he asked, "Where did you get this?"

Jonathan's mind drifted back to that night in Aquastead. He said, "A fascinating woman used it to buy my time for one night, but I prefer to call it a token of love."

Elijah frowned and turned to give Jonathan a long, probing look. After a moment, his voice trembled ever so slightly as he uttered, "It's her?"

Elijah's gaze shifted back to Rose, and Jonathan followed his gaze.

"Yes, it's her."

Those two simple words seemed to unleash the tightly wound emotions Elijah had been desperately suppressing.

Rose wasn't a stranger to him. After all, he had met her at Aurora Crest just yesterday where her eyes had struck him as uncannily similar to someone from his past.

Now, seeing Rose in that black dress with her hair in a high ponytail, for a fleeting moment, it was as if he were looking at her—Henrietta.