Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 355 How Dare You Provoke Him The sky was ablaze in flames.

Nixon's boat hadn't paddled too far when, under the tremendous impact of the explosion, the boat almost flipped over.

Amidst the panic, he failed to notice something peculiar behind the flames. Barely stabilizing the boat, Nixon was momentarily stunned as he watched the explosion unfold. There was nothing left but madness and thirst for blood in his eyes.

In his original plan, Jonathan was the one who was supposed to die in the explosion.

But it was fine too if Rose had died.

"Oh, Rose, don't blme. It's Uncle Jonathan's fault for not coming to save you." Nixon laughed wildly. It wasn't enough for him. Rose might be dead, but Jonathan and Kelly were still alive.

With their images haunting his thoughts, his appetite for revenge grew more fervent, especially in the wake of Rose's demise. At this point, he couldn't even feel the pain in his legs.

Gripping the boat, he contemplated his next move.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing.

Nixon thought it might be Kelly asking about Oliver. Initially hesitant to answer and prolong Kelly's anxiety, he eventually picked up after the ringtone persisted.

He was astonished to see the number displayed on the screen.

"Jonathan!" Rose was already dead, so why was he calling? Even if he had changed his mind to save her, it was too late.

But Nixon was intrigued; not only could he lure Jonathan out by using Rose, but he could also personally inform him of Rose's death-a provocative move indeed. And so, Nixon answered the call, his lips curling slightly. In a triumphant posture, he exclaimed gleefully, "Uncle Jonathan, your stray cat... is dead!" The fiery explosion remained visible.

Nixon's excitement surged. "Too bad you didn't see it just now. The ship exploded with a bang! I set up the bombs myself. Your little stray cat was on the ship. "Perhaps her body has been blown to pieces and is now scattered in the sea, surrounded by fish. Too bad you didn't care. Otherwise, you would have witnessed this yourself..." On the other end, Jonathan remained silent-only heavy breathing could be heard, indicating Jonathan's anger. This discovery pleased Nixon immensely. "Uncle Jonathan, it seems you aren't as indifferent to her as you claim. So, why didn't you cto save her earlier?" Nixon questioned him, but it also carried a tone of mockery.

Even if Jonathan had sfeelings for Rose before, it had all ended there.

The silence from the other end made Nixon feel like something was amiss. It was not as satisfying as he thought. Suddenly, Jonathan let out a faint disdainful snort, and the call ended. Nixon's face slightly stiffened. Staring at the phone for a moment, he felt a surge of anger.

What kind of reaction was that from Jonathan? Nixon gritted his teeth, still displeased. In the fiery glow, a silhouette of a ship emerged. The vessel was approaching him gradually.

Nixon paused for a moment. His eyes betrayed a subtle uneasiness as he regained his composure. Speculation took root in his mind, and a fervent wish for a stroke of luck lingered. But when Nixon realized who was standing at the ship's bow, fear gradually overchim. It was Jonathan! "How?" He had abandoned Rose, so why was he here? Nixon swallowed hard. He knew the only hope for luring Jonathan into his trap was through Rose. But now... Amidst the inferno, the figure at the bow of the boat wore a somber expression. It appeared as though he were the harbinger of death, poised to seize a soul.

Even though there was sdistance between them, Nixon could feel the terrifying gaze firmly fixed on him. With a sudden jolt, Nixon's immediate reaction was to escape.

However, being in a small boat, it couldn't outrun the larger ship, even at maximum speed.

Despite exerting all his effort, he couldn't match the approaching figure behind him.

The other vessel drew closer.

Even facing away, Nixon could sense the intense pressure, as if someone were about to crush him.

A scream escaped Nixon in sheer fear, its echo harmonizing with the rhythmic waves.

Rose was in a daze. She occasionally opened her eyes, but all she could see was emptiness. Despite that, she sensed that someone was next to her.

A hand gently caressed her temples, as if tidying her hair.

After the big explosion earlier, she pondered if she was now in pieces. She wondered if her soul, now in heaven, looked disheveled.

"Rietta..." A voice echoed in her ear.

It sounded like an old woman. But who was Rietta? Rose thought hard. But soon, she heard someone else calling her "Rose".

That was right. Her nwas Rose. That old voice must be addressing her.

Rose didn't know who was calling for her in heaven. She tried her best to see clearly, but her eyelids were too heavy. It felt like her body weighed more than a thousand tons, and before long, she slipped into consciousness. Miles was frowning as he stood beside Rose.

After Jonathan airlifted Rose onto the ship and sent her inside, Miles sighed with relief. However, his frown persisted.

Gabriel shared the sconcern. He saw Rose being carried onto the bed by Jonathan and how nervous Miles and Jonathan looked.

In that instance, he contemplated something, gazing at Rose with her eyes closed, appearing to be in a profound slumber.

Being a man himself, he naturally understood the concern in Jonathan and Miles' eyes toward Rose.

Even the lady from the Young family couldn't evoke such nervousness from these two men. He was convinced that there was more to Rose than just a pretty face to have won these two men over.

Rose...

Gabriel felt a growing interest in Rose within his own heart.

"Letgo! Release me!" Gabriel's chain of thought was interrupted by a commotion outside the cabin.

Gabriel glanced at Miles, who was still by Rose's side, holding her hand and seemingly having no intention of leaving After a moment of hesitation, a momen driven by curiosity, he couldn't resist walking out of the cabin. He wanted to know how the legendary Jonathan would deal with the person who harmed Rose. At the ship's bow, Jonathan stared at the lingering flames.

His gaze flickered with the flames, anger within him burning more fiercely than the fire fire itself. Glendhing his fists to the point where he was oblivious to the stark whiteness of his knuckles, he sought to conceal the inner fear and mask the trembling of his body. Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming these rich women will persue you.