Honey, You're a Billionaire?

She Could Never Be Her

Oliver was muttering to himself.

"Young. Her last name is Young.

The anticipation in Oliver's eyes slowly dimmed down. It wasn't her. She had sworn that she would never have his last name. She would forever remain as Henrietta Willis. That

was why she could never be her. Oliver took a deep breath and pushed away his disappointment. He looked at Rose.

"Where's your mother now?"

Rose gave him a grim smile..

"She passed."

Oliver was stunned. He never thought that it would be like this. He was heartbroken for Rose. He looked at her and tugged at her wrist.

"Come, have a seat."

"My daughter and your mother have the same birthday. Perhaps we were fated to meet like this. How about we celebrate their birthdays together then? We have a cake here anyway," Oliver suggested.

"Sure."

Rose did not reject the idea. She had also wanted to celebrate her mother's birthday. Truly fate had brought her to meet this old man. Rose opened the cake together with Oliver. They then lit the candle. The flickering flame lit up an old and a young face. It was as if they were both thinking of their respective loved ones while watching the flame.

Meanwhile, Miles and Anastasia were instructing the Young family members to look for Oliver in the Aquastead Hotel.

Oliver had said that he wanted to stay in his room alone for a bit. That was two hours ago. Never had they thought he would then send the bodyguards away and leave the hotel without anyone noticing. Oliver's health was no longer as fit as before. Miles had brought his men to look for him but they were futile. His usually elegant face was looking fierce at the moment.

"Shouldn't you be happy if something happened to Grandpa, Miles? I suspect you're the one that let Grandpa wander off."

Anastasia sneered. Though a slap came from Miles even before she had finished her words. Her face was swollen after the slap.

"Miles, you...

Anastasia gritted her teeth as she glared at him. Miles' gaze was piercing as he stared at her.

He warned, "I never had any selfish motives toward Grandpa. I also wouldn't let anything happen to Grandpa! You! If you don't want to look for Grandpa, then you can just stay here. I won't let you off the hook if I caught you doing something you shouldn't be doing!"

As soon as he was done talking, Miles walked out of the hotel. He got even more worried as they still couldn't find Oliver.

He couldn't sit still just to wait for news. Miles drove his car to look for him on the road as soon as he left

the hotel.

At the same time, Jamie's head was covered with a hood. He was then poured out from a burlap sack into a dark room. His body hit the corner of a table when he was poured out. Jamie cried out in pain. "Shut up!"

A rough voice sounded from above him. Jamie was scared shitless and immediately kept quiet. But he couldn't help but probe around after a while.

"Can I know who's this, my friend? Have you got the wrong person? I've never offended anyone nor did

anything wrong.

Jamie was afraid deep down. He was supposed to be in the company right now. Never would he expect to be knocked unconscious while he was in the washroom.

The security was very tight in Lavier Jewel's building. But they had avoided the tight security and gotten him out of the building. Who on earth could be so capable?

Jamie's mind filtered through all those who he'd offended in the business field. But he still couldn't find anyone suspicious.

"Got the wrong person? Don't worry, we can't get the wrong person. But you should think carefully if you've offended anyone or done anything bad. You might not have the time to think when my boss is here!" That rough voice spoke coldly. Rose's face suddenly flashed before Jamie's mind. But he was quick to dismiss that thought. He knew better than anyone else the kind of person Rose was.

Rose had no connections even if she wanted to get someone from the criminal underworld to represent her. With his head still hooded, Jamie got even more afraid deep down.

Suddenly he heard the opening of the door. That previous rough voice had turned respectful soon after.

Sir...

The newcomer did not speak. The sound of footsteps walking toward Jamie echoed in the room.

"Sir, can I know what I have done to offend you..."

Jamie spoke hastily as he pleaded, "Please forgive me if I had done something to offend you. I promise I'll address you by 'sir' whenever I see you in the future Finley, who was at the side, snorted in disdain.

"Address him as 'sir'? Are you even worthy to do that?"

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"I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy. I'll send my regards from afar if I see you next time

Jonathan spared a cold glance at Jamie and smirked. This father-in-law' of his was such a gutless man! Such a gutless man still dared to make Rose unhappy

Jonathan's gaze turned colder. He squatted down all of a sudden and patted Jamie's face through the hood. Jamie was shivering. He didn't dare to move.

He recalled the words of the man with a rough voice. Surely the man before him was going to interrogate him now. How should he answer him? He was afraid that a bad answer would invite a good beating.

He didn't want to get beaten up. But the man before him had just patted his face for a bit after a long wait. He said nothing at all. Jamie felt even more panicked.

Jonathan then got back up. He gave Finley a look. Finley immediately understood what he meant.

He then instructed the bodyguards, "Beat him up until Sir was satisfied!"