Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 357 He Wants Kelly Amid his thoughts, Gabriel suddenly heard movements behind him.

He turned around, and shock overchim upon seeing the person who entered the room. "Sir..." It was Oliver.

Oliver sat in the wheelchair, his face calm and serene-his eyes, as deep as a pool, betrayed no emotions. Despite Gabriel calling out to him, he appeared as though he hadn't registered the sound.

But Gabriel was sure that Oliver had heard Nixon's words just now.

Oliver was unmoving for a moment, then turned without any change in his expression.

"Sir..." Gabriel wanted to catch up, but Nixon's voice continued behind him.

"Uncle Jonathan, Kelly is a relentless person when it comes to achieving her goals. You should seek revenge on her. Her malice toward Rose is much greater than mine. You should send her to where Rose is." Although Nixon made this plea, it didn't absolve him of being the cause of Rose's demise in that explosion.

Jonathan's gaze was deep. He stared silently at Nixon, and a sense of despair gradually emerged in Nixon's eyes. It seemed his fate was undoubtedly sealed.

Though unwilling and unprepared to meet his end, Nixon could only hope to have a swift death-at the very least, to have his body intact and not reduced to fish food. "Uncle... Uncle Jonathan..." Nixon wished to beg for a more merciful death. But just as he uttered those words, Jonathan finally spoke. "You... don't need to die." Nixon's body trembled, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He didn't need to die? Did he hear him wrong? He had caused Rose's death at sea. Yet, Jonathan had spared him? Nixon found it hard to believe.

Jonathan's voice was calm. "You won't die, but I need to make use of you." Nixon suddenly cto his senses, realizing Jonathan's intention. He promptly got on his knees and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I will definitely be of use. Uncle Jonathan, I will comply with whatever you ask of me." A sense of joy enveloped Nixon as he reveled in the opportunity to live. His eyes sparkled with gratitude for the mercy Jonathan had shown him. Then, he heard Jonathan's voice carried by the sea breeze, "I want Kelly..." This time, Nixon was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Jonathan wanted.

He wanted Kelly...

Was this "want" in the sense of a man desiring a woman? But why would Jonathan be interested in Kelly? Nixon looked at Jonathan and inquired, "Uncle Jonathan, do you want Kelly's... life?" "What else would he want?" Finley interjected coldly before Jonathan could respond.

If he didn't want her life, was he suggesting that he wanted her body? How cursed! Nixon finally understood. Without hesitation, he said, "Uncle Jonathan, rest assured, I will definitely help you kill Kelly." Nixon was overjoyed. It seemed that his words had indeed swayed Jonathan. If he could convince Jonathan to spare his life, dealing with Kelly would be a minor challenge.

As he contemplated how to handle Kelly, Jonathan spoke slowly, "Who said I asked you to kill her?" There was a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Uncle Jonathan, then what do you..." Nixon couldn't fathom Jonathan's intentions.

If It wasn't Kelly's life or body he sought, then what was it? "I want you to put on an act," Jonathan replied.

After instructing Nixon, Jonathan had him blindfolded and confined on the deck of the ship. When Jonathan returned to the cabin, he noticed Gabriel.

Their eyes met, and Gabriel showed respect, albeit tinged with apprehension. As the newly empowered leader of the Finch family, Jonathan's commanding presence could intimidate not only Gabriel but also prominent figures in the business world.

Jonathan simply glanced at Gabriel. He knew him as the son of the adopted daughter from the Young family. He didn't worry about Gabriel overhearing his instructions to Nixon. Any meddling from Gabriel would be met with Jonathan's unforgiving measures.

Gabriel understood this well. Jonathan merely gave him an expressionless glance before turning away, as if Gabriel wasn't a match for him.

Yet, upon entering the cabin and seeing Rose, Jonathan softened instantly, shedding all hostility. At that moment, Gabriel dispelled any inappropriate thoughts he might have had about Rose. With Jonathan around, how could he stand a chance? It was no wonder Rose had always kept her distance from him, unlike Kelly, who sought to please and gain his favor.

How could he compare to someone in a whole other league? Inside the cabin, Jonathan held Rose's hand, his gaze fixed on her. The lingering fear in his heart could only be eased by holding Rose's hand-feeling her warmth and knowing she was alive. After stime, Jonathan called Miles out for a brief discussion.

Oliver stared at Rose with a photograph in his hand. Although his gaze remained calm, a storm seemed to brew within him.

Early the next day, Miles "suddenly" returned to the orphanage. Surprisingly, Kelly had vanished, and only Anastasia sat on the steps, gazing intensely from afar with a dreamy expression.

Miles paid no attention to Anastasia. Focused on the plan discussed with Jonathan, Miles proceeded to implement all the arrangements, even if Kelly wasn't present.

When Kelly woke up, she found herself in a dilapidated church, surrounded by emptiness.

Her head throbbed intensely. Not only was her head aching, but her whole body was in pain. She lowered her head and saw bruise marks all over her body. She was alarmed.

"What happened?" She had been resting in her room at the orphanage, so how did she end up here? She was well aware of what could leave such marks on her body, but she couldn't recall seducing the man so vigorously.

A headache struck again. Kelly couldn't remember anything. However, the day had already m dawned. Without much concern for the situation, she thought about her plan from the previous night, eager to inspect the results. What was the situation now? Had Miles and Gabriel found Oliver's body? And Rose...

Kelly chuckled coldly. She straightened her clothes and hastily walked out of the abandoned church. Out of the Just as she reached the foot of the mountain, she saw many people by the seaside in the distance. Kelly rushed over as quickly as possible. When she could hear the voices and vague sobbing, she went closer. As she got closer, she heard someone cry out, "Sir," in between sobs.

It was the butler! "Sir... How could this happen? It's all my fault. I slept too soundly last night... Sir..." The butler sobbed breathlessly. After crying out "Sir" a few more times, he was unable to bear the emotional blow and passed out.

Upon Kelly's arrival, two servants attended to the unconscious butler while a circle of onlookers had gathered. She tucked herself between the crowd and saw a white cloth covering something.

Was it Oliver? She was thrilled. At that moment, she even forgot to conceal the excitement on her face.

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