Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 381 A Deliberate Trap "Grandpa put himself in danger for Rose, so you better not make things worse for her!" Anastasia made it sound like a warning, but the rest quickly caught the hint.

"Ms. Anastasia, are you saying Mr. Young Senior passed away because of her?" "What exactly happened? Can we interpret that as her causing Mr. Young Senior's death?" The journalists were relentless, shooting out questions harder than before.

That was precisely what Anastasia wanted. Although she successfully threw Rose under the bus, she kept it as subtle as possible.

Facing the reporters, Anastasia quickly explained, "That's not true. You're speculating." She looked protective of Rose by "defending" her.

After noticing the awry in her statement, they couldn't possibly just accept her half-hearted explanation. On top of that, the protagonist was right before them. They needed to get this scoop! They refocused their attention on Rose, ignoring Anastasia. "If Mr. Young Senior died because of you, are you directly responsible for his death then?" They were harsh.

The camera flashes were blinding Rose. As she recalled how Oliver protected her, there was a flicker in her eyes. The journalist perceptively caught on to that detail as if it were something major. "Are you feeling remorseful? Do you regret it?" "Did you kill Mr. Young Senior for his inheritance?" Their questions becmore intense.

Rose's eyes trembled. It was undeniable that Oliver got hurt because of her. Of course, she was remorseful and regretted letting that happen, but she had never eyed his inheritance.

Looking at the crowd of journalists, Rose understood they needed a statement from her before they let her off. She instinctively tightened her grip on the urn as she faced their anticipating gazes and flashing lights.

Then, she enunciated, "I will not claim any-" "Rose!" Miles interrupted her upon knowing her intention.

All of the Young family's resources rightfully belonged to Rose, but that was something non-disclosable to the public.

Miles held Rose's shoulders and shielded her with his arm. Despite being someone who had always politely engaged with the media, he was cold and harsh this time.

"This is the Youngs' business. Please await our official response. If any baseless speculations persist, we will spare no effort in taking legal action!" It was a warning that the journalists could not ignore. They even felt terrified by his demeanor.

Before they could pry more, Miles had walked Rose toward the door with his arm around her. He whispered to her, saying, "Ignore what they say. You have more right to inherit the Youngs' property than anyone." He vowed to make that happen because that was Oliver's wish.

Rose, on the other hand, did not overthink his words. She didn't care about what others insinuated either.

At that point, all she cared about was Oliver's funeral. After the ceremony, she would leave Regalia and all the other speculations behind.

Holding the urn, Rose entered Young Estate.

"Mr. Young, are you involved with this woman who killed Mr. Young Senior?" A voice rang among the crowd of reporters.

When Rose halted her footsteps abruptly, it felt like the atmosphere had frozen for a second.

"Let's go, Rose," urged Miles. He didn't care about what they said. However, Rose crossed the line at them involving him.

"Hold this, Miles." She passed the urn to him. Subsequently, she retreated from the building and went straight to that journalist.

Her fierceness stopped the flashing lights. Soon after, they resumed their camera flashes at her as though afraid to miss any of her actions.

Scanning the crowd, Rose locked down one of the male journalists. She interrogated, "Did you ask that question?" She knew it was him through the look in his eyes.

Without waiting for his reply, she grabbed his microphone and looked at the tag. "FMZ Media..." She was no stranger to this media outlet. FMZ Media was known as the most baseless, intrusive, and deceitful outlet in the country and lacked journalistic integrity. They were an eyesore within the media industry.

"Huh..." Rose scoffed, not concealing her disdain. The journalist's face turned ugly. Even without a word from her, he felt humiliated.

"So, Mr. Journalist from FMZ, where is your evidence that I harmed Mr.

Young Senior? How are you so confident that Mr. Young and I teamed up? Have you fact-checked your sources? Have you interviewed anyone to get that information?" She positioned the microphone in front of the journalist.

After momentarily freezing, he answered, "I'm asking you now, aren't I? "Oh, me? Well, my answer is no. I did not harm Mr. Young Senior. But will you take my word for it?" She chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you and your outlet won't!" Not only would they not believe her, they would bother her further to get more clicks online.

"A good journalist and media outlet

respects the truth and the parties involved. I hope you don't spread your twisted lies just to get ses extra clicks. Her tone then shifted into a harsh one, warning, "Please do not slander Mr. Young!" Then, she tossed the microphone back at him. The journalist was startled. He and FMZ Media had always been the outcast within the industry, but he could never tolerate others criticizing him. Rose's direct criticism had angered him. On top of that, his peers looked at t mockery and disdain. Hadn't take this! "How touching to see the two of you defending each other. Dare I assthat you two are..." The journalist grinned lecherously, openly provoking them.

He knew what those words would do to her, especially when they lived in a world where gossip between a man ver and woman attracted the most attention. Regardless of whether the scandal was true, it would create unnecessary speculation about her. The journalist didn't care about her identity because he had a strong backing. If Miles couldn't faze him, why would this random woman scare him? Even if he got physical with her, he believed he could walk away unaffected.

With that thought, he stepped forward and was ready to hit Rose with the microphone. The two were only a few steps apart.

Due to the limited space, she reflexively stepped back when the microphone cher way. However, she was tripped by something.

Rose tried her best to hold her footing but fell backward at last. She accepted her fate and prepared to crash against the floor, but strangely, she felt no pain. Instead, a pair of arms rescued her.

Seeing that it was Miles, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Before she could thank him, the microphone was coming at her face! She knew she couldn't avoid Pand simply, closed her eyes. As expected, she heard a loud thud. It felt like something landed on her head, but there wasn't any pain. Ads by Pubfuture