Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Within the expansive grounds of the Finch Manor, the banquet's attendees diligently joined the search for Rose.

As Cyrus emerged from the grand hall, a helper hastily approached, breathlessly exclaiming, "Mr. Cyrus, Mr. Finch has vanished!"

Before Cyrus could react, Lizzie, who stood beside him, voiced her concerns. "Cyrus, do you think Ezra might have..."

She was hinting at the possibility of Ezra's illness acting up again.

Ezra's condition was a well-guarded secret within the Finch family. The situation would undoubtedly escalate if he had an episode during the event and Rose was caught in the midst of it.

Intentionally planting seeds of doubt in Cyrus's mind, Lizzie was well aware that the forthcoming "show" would be far more severe and dramatic than Ezra's illness flaring up and accidentally hurting Rose.

The mention of "Ezra" pricked the ears of nearby guests, some of whom questioned if this could be the world-renowned Ezra, a celebrity with a fervent fanbase. Had he graced the birthday banquet with his presence? And what of this mysterious "Mr. Finch"? "Any news? Have you found her?"

"Nothing on this end. Any luck over there?"

"All clear here, too."

"Where could she have gone?"

A curious guest attempted to delve into the connection between "Mr. Finch" and "Ezra", only to be drowned out by the clamor of the ongoing search. Suddenly, a voice called out, "It sounds like there's something over there..."

All heads turned toward the direction of the sound, and people quickly hurried over. Sure enough, the closer they got, the more distinct the noise became.

A greenhouse loomed ahead, its impressive scale revealing a lavish botanical sanctuary. Even before entering, an intoxicating floral scent wafted through the air, mingling with peculiar noises echoing within.

A crash echoed, signaling the sound of something falling and shattering. Then, an unmistakably feminine gasp of surprise followed, drifting in the breeze.

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Bewilderment filled the crowd as imaginations ran wild, attempting to decipher the scene unfolding within the greenhouse. However, one thing was clear-someone was inside, and it was a woman.

The crowd couldn't help but wonder if the woman was Rose.

Uncertain of what was happening inside, no one dared to be the first to enter. Instead, they looked expectantly at Elijah, Clover, and Miles.

The three men stood with furrowed brows, clearly hesitating. After all, whatever was happening inside likely involved more than just Rose, and as her father and cousin, Elijah and Clover naturally didn't want any private matters exposed in front of so many people. The trio shared a look of concern, and just as everyone thought they might dismiss the crowd, a voice cut through the silence.

"Miles, Rosie's inside..." The voice was raspy, filled with concern and urgency.

No sooner had the words left her lips than the speaker hurried into the greenhouse. Miles frowned briefly but followed her in, with Elijah and Clover close behind.

The others hesitated, but seeing Cyrus and Lizzie also stepping into the greenhouse, curiosity got the better of them, and one by one, they followed.

An unsettling silence blanketed the greenhouse. It seemed everyone deliberately softened their steps as though wary of startling the occupants.

The further they advanced, the clearer the faint sounds became. They could now discern the rushed breaths of two individuals. Merely hearing them was enough to spark imaginations, conjuring scandalous scenes in the listeners' minds.

As they drew closer to the source of the sound, the scene in the corner of the greenhouse came into view.

A man and a woman stood together.

The man's jacket was carelessly

tossed over a cluster of blooming, flowers, and the woman was leaning into him. Her cascading hair obscured half her face, while the

man's tall, broad frame shielded the

other half from view.

As for the man himself, all they saw was his silhouette-tall, straight, and exuding an aura of nobility. His black silk shirt appeared somewhat disheveled, as though it had endured a fierce struggle.

Sensing the crowd's presence, the man turned slightly, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of his face. Even so, no one could quite make out who he was, for he was wearing a mask.

The mask concealed most of his face, and given the greenhouse's dim lighting, identifying him was nearly impossible. However, someone in the crowd recognized that mask.

"Ezra! You..." Cyrus exclaimed, the name slipping out before he could stop himself.

Realizing his mistake, he tried to rectify the situation, but it was too late.

Everyone present had heard it. Even though many attendees were from the business world, they were well aware of Ezra, the top celebrity Some had met him in person, while

others had seen him in the media.

The silhouette did indeed resemble Ezra's. If the man was Ezra, then the woman...

"Rosie." The raspy voice spoke again, this time with certainty. Though the woman was well-hidden, Harriette recognized her.

Miles frowned deeply, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Harriette beside him. Harriette felt the intensity of his gaze and turned to meet Miles' furious expression. However, she didn't believe his anger was directed at her. Miles cared about Rose, so he would naturally be furious upon finding her in a secret rendezvous with a male celebrity.

It wasn't just Miles either. Harriette observed that both Elijah and Clover looked particularly upset. Their fists were clenched, and they were glaring fiercely at the man's silhouette.

She thought it was a pity Jonathan wasn't here. If he saw his wife in such a compromising situation, he would likely be furious enough to kill someone. Jonathan...

The excitement Harriette initially felt was abruptly interrupted when she realized that Jonathan had vanished. He had been present earlier, so his disappearance at such a pivotal moment was unsettling. Before she could dwell further on this thought, a commotion came from outside.

"How could she be missing? We must make sure nothing happens. Ms. Shaffer came to the greenhouse to admire the flowers... If it's only that, she should be fine."

Eleanor's rare display of unease was evident.

Upon hearing that Rose had gone

missing, Eleanor, who had been about to retire for the night, grabbed her walking stick and rushed out of her room, silently praying that nothing had happened to Rose. Even if something did happen, it couldn't happen at the Finch Manor.

Upon entering the dimly lit greenhouse, she was met by Lizzie, who, having heard her arrival, offered support.

She reassured her, "Mom, we found Ms. Shaffer. She's with Ezra..." Lizzie trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"We found her? Thank goodness," Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief, thankful nothing bad happened at the Finch Manor.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she caught sight of the scene in the corner. In a single glance, she knew what had transpired.

Although the dim lighting made it difficult to discern details, Lizzie's words echoed in her mind. "We found Ms. Shaffer. She's with Ezra..."

Eleanor felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Rose and Ezra... How could this have happened?" she thought.

Perhaps it was the sheer shock of such an unexpected pairing that momentarily left Eleanor speechless. Her eyes widened in disbelief before she finally found her voice to ask, "Ms. Shaffer, is that you?"