Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Have you forgotten our promise from yesterday?" Clover was displeased.

Rose quickly recalled their promise last night and was surprised at his need for swift execution. "Clo..."

She remembered their promise and thought they could take their time. There wasn't a need to hurry, was there? However, he ignored her resistance.

"I've arranged for a team of professional caretakers for Ms. Spencer. She must be bored staying at the hospital for so long. It's better if she has a change of environment." Then, Clover shot Rose a warning gaze as if he would be mad if she further refused him. "That settles it!"

Rose was at a loss for words. She had yet to inform Miles about this! What would he think if they left just like that?

Clover noticed she was in a quandary. "I'll talk to Miles about it!"

Clover talking to Miles? When Rose remembered how unfriendly they were when running into each other at the hospital, she couldn't help but make a decision. Fine!

"I'll tell him." She sighed and turned to the hallway. After preparing herself, she dialed Miles' phone. "Miles..."

Once the call connected, she unhesitantly stated her purpose. "I'd like to discharge Yvonne from the hospital since she's been recovering. Clover, he..."

Before she could continue, she felt a chill behind her back. Turning her head, she met Clover's cold and upset face. Almost instinctively, she tugged her lips and restarted.

"Clo has arranged a place for Yvonne to recuperate. Don't get this wrong, Miles. It doesn't mean anything. It's just that..." She trailed off cautiously, her heart pounding after receiving no response from Miles. "Rosie?" A hoarse female voice sounded.

A stunned Rose took a second to react. "Etta?"

"Yes. It's me, Rosie." Harriette smiled, sounding warm and friendly despite her scratchy voice.

As if realizing she had answered Miles' call, she quickly explained, "Miles is in a meeting and left his phone in the office. Regarding what you said... Don't worry, Rosie. Miles is too mature and generous to be petty about things like this. "So, go ahead with your plans, and I'll relay your message to him. How does that sound?"

"Okay. Thanks, Etta." Rose met Clover's eyes and thought that was her only option.

Indeed, Miles was mature and generous. She believed she had overthought the situation. With that, Rose instantly switched to a good mood. After ending the call, she followed Clover's instructions and discussed Yvonne's discharge with Evan. Meanwhile, on the hospital bench, Clover and Jonathan sat silently beside each other. When they gazed at Rose from far away, they looked undeniably gentle.

"Do you sincerely believe that Rose is your sister after you recognized her as one, Mr. Xanth?" Jonathan's cold and discontented voice pierced through the silence.

Clover's expression dimmed for a moment before seeming unbothered. "She acknowledges me as her brother and calls me Clo!"

How were they not siblings? But... "She calls Miles her brother too, you know..." remarked Jonathan.

That was something Clover couldn't refute. Besides, he was extremely annoyed by how Rose still treated Miles as her brother.

Jonathan took in his sour

expression. "The late Mr. Young Senior held a banquet when introducing Rosie as his latest

adopted granddaughter back in net

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Aquastead. He declared to the public that her position was nowhere different than Miles' and

that she would be a Young, just like

the rest.

"But you and Rosie, however..." Jonathan became even more smug at the sight of Clover's darkening face. He paused briefly and added, "You acknowledged her at someone else's event. I gotta admit, that's perfunctory." Perfunctory? How dare Jonathan call his effort perfunctory!

Clover eagerly wanted to refute him but had no words for it. He was exasperated, not wanting Jonathan to belittle his effort in claiming kinship with Rose while also wanting to prove himself as better than Miles.

Slowly, he calmed his nerves. He turned to Jonathan and declared, "That's too early to assume, Mr. Finch. I can assure you that I'm more capable than the Youngs could ever be in acknowledging Rose as family."

"Is that so?" Jonathan raised his brows. A glint of shrewdness evident in his eyes indicated he had reached his goal. As such, he no longer said another word.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

At the Young Group headquarters,

Miles had been buried in work. He

was so busy that he didn't have time to give Harriette, who had followed him to the company, a tour or introduce her to everyone. Thus, he left it to the secretariat to bring her around.

Harriette was visibly disappointed. However, she learned to conceal her emotions this time. Especially with Miles, she had to become the perfect "Harriette".

She strolled around the company, finally witnessing the vast scale of the Young Group's empire. At that revelation, she quickly disguised the fleeting greed in her gaze. Suddenly, Miles' phone rang. It wasn't a new number calling, and it came after Rose's call. Harriette supposed the hospital had called to notify Miles about Yvonne's discharge.

"Ms. Young, aren't you going to pick up the phone?" Allison Sadler, the secretary, reminded.

Harriette smiled faintly. "No. This is the personal phone Miles left behind. If I answer the call... I might create misunderstandings. I'll wait for Miles to come out of the meeting and let him return the call. "Also, I'm kinda tired. I'll rest in Miles' office. You can return to your work now." She held her forehead.

Allison naturally needed to accommodate Harriette but hesitated letting her into Miles' office. However, she dismissed her hesitation after recalling his instruction to treat Harriette with the utmost hospitality. Harriette unattendedly entered Miles' office, which was a huge upgrade from his office at Young's House of Jewels in Aquastead.

She examined the room and finally settled into the chair behind the desk. Her adrenaline surged as she imagined herself as the Young Group leader.

Opening the left drawer, she saw a

document indicating a will inside. Immediately, her heart skipped a beat. She carefully retrieved the document and flipped it open, realizing it was Oliver's will,

announced by the lawyer in

Aquastead.

Then, she found the most triggering line in the will. "In the matter of the estate of Oliver Young, it is decreed that all assets and responsibilities of the Young family be inherited by his granddaughter, his direct maternal descendant." The last thing Harriette expected was for Miles to keep this will! What did he do that for? She racked her brain for the answer.

"Where's Ms. Young?" Miles' voice sounded from outside the office.

Amid her panic, Harriette quickly slid the document into the drawer. She hadn't even gotten out of the chair when the door creaked open...