Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Your uncle only found out that Yvonne is at the Young family hospital, but Miles has kept all other details under wraps," Bella said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

She couldn't resist scolding Jack. "Of all the people you could've gotten involved with, you chose her! I told you to handle it discreetly, but you just had to..." The situation exasperated her. "Also, why would Jonathan be interested in Yvonne? As far as I know, there's no connection between them," Bella said, bewildered.

After a moment of hesitation, Jack decided to come clean. "Yvonne and Rose are best friends. Rose was also there that night."

"Rose?" Bella echoed, recognizing the name immediately. "That explains why Jonathan is investigating! It must be because of Rose!"

A hint of unease crept into her voice as she gave Jack strict instructions. "You need to lay low, Jack. This isn't something you can brush off.

"I'm booking you a flight out of the country. You need to leave and stay out of sight. We'll use the excuse that you're handling business abroad."

Bella's urgency was palpable as she spoke. Before hanging up, she reiterated, "Stay put until you hear from me. You need to be out of Regalia by tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest." Jack stared at his phone, deep in thought. Suddenly, the door behind him opened, and his companion asked impatiently, "How long until the show starts, Mr. Finch?"

The others in the room were eager with anticipation.

Just then, a woman entered and approached them. "It's time," she announced. Jack raised an eyebrow and gestured toward the others in the room. "Shall we... take our seats then?" The crowd buzzed with excitement, their enthusiasm overshadowing the fine, unfinished drinks in their hands.

They promptly exited the room, following the guidance of the woman who had just arrived, eager to take their seats and experience the upcoming event.

As everyone else made their way downstairs, Jack remained in place, lost in thought. Bella's phone call had rattled him, especially with the revelation that Jonathan was involved.

The gravity of the situation finally sank in, and he knew he couldn't afford to ignore his mother's instructions this time.

Jonathan's investigation suggested that Yvonne hadn't exposed him yet. Jack hesitated for a moment before dialing a number from Aquastead.

"Is there a Spencer family in Aquastead?" he asked.

The person on the other end hesitated. "Are you referring to the Spencer family of Spencer Group?"

Jack didn't know the specifics of Yvonne's family business. He just knew they were wealthy.

"Yes, the family with a daughter named Yvonne," he replied impatiently. "I need you to cause them some trouble, but don't go overboard. Just make i clear they've crossed the wrong people."

He intended to intimidate Yvonne by threatening her family, ensuring her silence about that night's events. Little did he know that Yvonne was already determined to keep quiet, primarily to protect Rose.

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Meanwhile, preparations were underway for a private event at a luxurious villa in the Royal Garden. The villa, known for its privacy, had a beautiful stage set up in the garden.

Bright lights illuminated the stage, making every detail visible, while the area below the stage was shrouded in darkness, obscuring any view from below.

The women from the dance troupe were led into a spacious room within the villa, where the villa's helper brought in a rack of clothes.

Thinking that these were the gowns prepared by Jack, the women admired his thoughtfulness. However, they were taken aback upon removing the silk cloth covering the rack. "These are..." The women were bewildered.

The helper conveyed Jack's instructions. "These are the gowns prepared by Mr. Finch for everyone. Please change into them, and once you're ready, you can go outside." The women appeared troubled. "Is there a mistake?" they inquired, surveying the selection of revealing garments before them.

Upon closer inspection, each piece of fabric seemed scant, barely covering the essential body parts. These outfits were even more revealing than swimsuits.

"There's no mistake. These are indeed the gowns." The helper checked the time and smiled politely. "Ladies, there's not much time left. Mr. Finch is waiting for you!"

Upon hearing that, one of the women set aside her hesitation and modesty and bravely approached the rack. She chose the outfit she liked best and made her way to the changing room.

Seeing her take the lead, the other women reluctantly followed suit. Soon, all the "gowns" on the rack were selected. As the women emerged from the changing rooms, they received another set of instructions. "Ladies, please take a flower from those you brought and wear it in your hair as an accessory. This will also help Mr. Finch to identify each of you."

The flowers they brought were originally meant for Jack to choose from. While the stated purpose was for him to choose his favorite flowers, everyone understood that he would actually be choosing a person. The position of Jack's wife was still vacant, and the women were there to win his favor. If any of them could marry into the Finch family, it would bring them wealth and prestige beyond their wildest dreams. The women meticulously arranged flowers in their hair as they checked their reflections in the mirror.

"It's a shame Yvonne isn't here," one of them suddenly remarked.

Yvonne had fallen from the upper floor during the celebration party, and they were unsure of her current condition. Recalling how she had looked dying on the ground, it seemed like her situation was not optimistic.

At the mention of Yvonne's name, the other women fell silent. Yvonne was undoubtedly the best among them in both skill and appearance. With Yvonne present, they feared they wouldn't stand a chance. Someone chuckled. "Even if she were here, she wouldn't come to a place like this. That stubborn old-fashioned woman only cares about dancing and nothing else."

"Yeah. She always acts so high and mighty!" the women agreed.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

They brushed aside their thoughts about Yvonne and, after adorning their hair with flowers, followed the person arranged by Jack to the villa's rear garden. Upon seeing the prepared stage, the women were once again baffled.

"Mr. Finch enjoys watching people dance, so this shouldn't be too difficult for you all," the helper explained.

The women were troubled. Although it was true that none of them would struggle with any type of dance, to perform on stage in the gowns they were wearing was another matter entirely. Just then, a voice came from beneath the stage. "Are you unwilling?"

The girls looked toward the sound,

but all they could see was darkness in the area beyond the stage. With the lights on them, the area below the stage was even more shadowed, making it impossible to see anything clearly. However, the voice was unmistakably Jack's.

Hidden in the shadows, Rose immediately recognized Jack's voice as well. She was thankful for the darkness beneath the stage, which concealed her presence and traces. She peered into the darkness, straining to make out any discernible shapes.