Honey, You're a Billionaire?

When Harriette saw the look on Rose's face, she felt stirred up with even more excitement.

She was astonished, shocked, and even confused-all these emotions were present except for fear.

This made Harriette feel very dissatisfied. Why wasn't Rose afraid?

She wanted to instill fear in Rose and make her scared. She even wanted to watch her tremble all over, begging for mercy and pleading for her life... How could she be okay as though nothing was happening at all?

In the current situation, Carl has control over Rose. There was no chance Rose would be able to leave the psychiatric facility's warehouse today.

So, Harriette decided to stop pretending.

She faced Rose, whose eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. With a gentle smile, she said, "I owe it all to you, Rose!"

She passed on Carl's message to Rose, doubling the irony.

"Harriette, you..." If Rose didn't understand by now, she had to really be clueless.

After Rose connected everything together, it became increasingly clear that today, and even before that, Harriette had been scheming and guiding her step by step into the current situation. But why?

Rose looked at Harriette and asked the question that had been on her mind, "Why?"

"Why?"

Harriette laughed wildly, making her face appear somewhat menacing. When the laughter abruptly stopped, she fixed her gaze on Rose, her eyes filled with a jealousy that was almost tangible.

"Because you're Rose, and despite your modest beginnings with at Aquastead, you somehow had the fortune of attracting Clover's favor, which led to reconnecting with your influential father and becoming the only daughter of the prestigious Xanth family. "Not only that, Mr. Young Senior left the entire Young family's estate to you. What's even more infuriating is that Miles actually let you inherit it!

"And then there's Jonathan..."

Harriette's eyes were filled with a growing madness as she screamed hoarsely at Rose, "He actually announced he was marrying you! Mrs. Finch... Why you? Why are you the one who gets to be Mrs. Finch!"

It should have been Kelly's. Everything should have rightfully belonged to her!

Rose looked at Harriette's current state and suddenly realized something. She never expected that she would attract so much envy and resentment.

Harriette...

Because of the Young family's inheritance, because of Jonathan... Rose remembered that ever since Harriette returned, she seemed indifferent to the assets and influence of the Young family.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn't care about Jonathan either.

It turns out she did care.

But that still didn't seem right. Rose thought about it more, and the more she did, the uneasier she felt.

Even at this moment, the strange feeling that had been lingering in her heart didn't disappear. Instead, it grew stronger.

What exactly was off about the situation?

Rose's brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked at Harriette with a gaze full of curiosity.

What exactly was wrong about this?

Under Rose's gaze, Harriette felt a moment of unease. She reminded herself that, in Rose's eyes, she was Harriette, not Kelly.

In the future, Kelly would no longer exist she would only be Harriette.

She needed to use Harriette's identity in order to obtain everything she desired-wealth, status, glory, and more.

"Goodbye, Rose," Harriette said, her expression calming.

As she spoke, she smiled at Rose and slowly stepped back.

The distance between the two of them gradually increased. The smile grew wider on Harriette's face while Rose looked at the needle pressing against her neck.

"Mrs. Finch, someone wants you dead today, so you won't be leaving this warehouse," Carl said from behind.

After being thrown over the shoulder by Rose just moments ago, Carl was now being especially cautious and vigilant as he faced her. He was worried that if he let his guard down for even a moment, she might seize another opportunity against him. Rose furrowed her brow. "I can't get out, yet you think you can? Those doctors and nurses saw you just now, and Jonathan knows about it. He won't let you off."

"Let's discuss this. You still have a chance..."

Rose took a moment to compose herself. Now, she could only rely on her own resources to help herself.

However, Carkburst into laughter. "Negotiate? Aturning point? Mrs.

Finch, if you're hoping I'll let you go don't waste your effort. Even if I let you go, Mr. Finch won't spare me. Which of the things I've done

wouldn't make Mr. Finch want to kill

me?

"I know why he left me behind."

Carl had a look of deep solemnity and paused for a moment before continuing, "It's not just to let Mr. Turner vent his anger. He wants to use me as bait, but how could I allow that?"

Rose furrowed her brow and immediately understood what he meant.

Even though Carl took full responsibility for everything that night, she sensed that something unusual was going on.

Based on her speculation, Carl took the blame for everything on his own to protect Lizzie.

If that were truly the case, was he implying that he was willing to risk his life for Lizzie? He truly had deep feelings for Lizzie.

But...

"Is it worth it?" Rose sighed.

The sigh carried a hint of pity, and Carl was momentarily taken aback.

But he quickly dismissed the strange feeling that had arisen in his heart and, with a sold laugh, said, "Mrs. Finch, you're being too nosy. Instead of worrying about whether it's worth it, perhaps you should be more concerned about whether you're going to be in pain when you die soon."

"Will it hurt?"

Rose recalled the times when she was in danger.

Every time, thanks to Jonathan, they managed to turn a dangerous situation around. He was like her guardian angel!

But this time, Jonathan wasn't in Regalia.

Not only was he absent, but Elijah and Clover were also busy. Miles had also gone abroad for vacation. It seemed like everyone who could protect her was unavailable. Rose suddenly laughed.

She understood even more clearly how much effort Harriette had put into her scheming. She really worked hard on it, likely struggling to find a day when none of them were around to set up the trap and meticulously planning to make her fall into it. "What do you plan to do?" Rose asked.

Carl spoke in a cold voice that

carried an unchangeable

determination. "If this needle pierces

your main artery, you won't have long before you bleed out. I also know some special pressure points in the human body; with this syringe,

I can disable your ability to call for

help."

"Hmm, it's quite an effective way to kill someone." Rose nodded, surprisingly calm in the face of life and death.

This actually made Carl feel a bit of admiration for Rose. "You... really are impressive. No wonder out of all the women, Mr. Finch set his sights only on you and treated you like a treasure. It's just a pity..."

Carl also sighed for Rose. He then said, "Don't worry, I'll be more resolute. I won't let your suffering last too long."

"Oh, really? Well, thank you for that." Rose chuckled softly.

She didn't see this as Carl's kindness toward her. He simply hoped she would meet her end sooner rather than later so as to avoid any accidents or chance of unexpected developments.

"You won't be alone. After you die, I will use what's in this syringe to end my own life. A life for a life; that seems fair," Carl said.

Rose sneered. How was that fair?

Forget it. There was no point in arguing with him. It was better to spend that time thinking about the people she cared about.

Jonathan... They had just announced their marriage, and during that time, he had been sticking by her side every night, holding her as they slept and not wanting to let go for even a moment. She wondered if he would get used to sleeping alone at night in the future.