Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Approach Him Voluntarily

In the corner of the bar, Kelly was watching the scene in disguise. She was shocked when she saw

Jonathan leave.

She couldn't believe that Rose's husband was actually with Zac. Furthermore, Zac's attitude toward him didn't seem like that of an employee; it was more likely they were friends.

She had a vague feeling that Rose's husband's identity was not simple at all. She immediately took out the photo the paparazzi had taken at Aquastead Hotel

She sent it to him again as she instructed, "Help me investigate this person. Once the job is done, I'll pay you a high fee."

Outside the bar, as Jonathan was chasing after Rose and Evan, they had just gotten into the car. He didn't hesitate and immediately drove to catch up.

The car stopped outside the hotel. Then, Rose got out and entered the hotel. His gloomy face gradually relaxed when he noticed that Evan hadn't followed her!

He considered Rose had been staying at this hotel for the past few days.

He was displeased with the fact that she had been spending the night outside regularly even though they were married. She seemed to be putting him out of her mind.

He took out his phone to contact her. However, he suddenly changed his mind and called Finley instead.

On the other end of the phone, Finley couldn't help but mourn for Rose for three seconds after listening to

Jonathan's orders.

Only a few days ago, Jonathan had allowed Rose to act recklessly in front of him. Now, he was going to deal with her ruthlessly. Finley took a deep breath and immediately laid down instructions.

In less than half an hour, Rose, who was lying on the bed in the hotel room, was about to go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door. She immediately put on her clothes and got up to open the door. The hotel manager stood at the door with a smile.

"Pardon me, Ms. Shaffer. There is a problem with this room. You can't stay here for the time being.

Rose was understanding as she replied, "It's alright. Just give me another room."Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The hotel manager looked awkward.

"I'm sorry, but there are no other rooms in the hotel now. Ms. Shaffer, how about we compensate you ten times the prepaid room fee? And you can find another hotel." Rose didn't like to make things difficult for people. Although she was very tired, she still showed understanding.

"Alright. There's no need for a tenfold compensation. Just refund me the prepaid fee."

She wasn't worried about finding another hotel to stay in as she had money with her. Then, she packed up her few belongings and left to find another hotel.

A few minutes later, she arrived at another nearby hotel. When the front desk staff saw her name on her driver's license, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes

However, she politely replied, "I'm sorry, Miss. We've just found out that the hotel is fully booked."

Rose furrowed her brows. She didn't think too much of it as she took back her driver's license and left.

It was only after she had gone to more than a dozen hotels that she realized something was amiss. It was abnormal that so many hotels suddenly claimed to have no rooms available. Something was fishy. At the last hotel, she was about to turn back when she overheard a conversation between a few staff.

"I heard that it was an order from the Finch family. None of the hotels in Aquastead are allowed to accommodate Ms. Shaffer."

"Poor Ms. Shaffer, she seems to have offended the Finch family..."

Rose's mind was buzzing as she wondered when she had offended the Finch family. She didn't even know anyone from that family. Suddenly, she remembered the tall figure she had faced that night in the room on the second floor of Lane residence-it was Jonathan.

"It must be him!"

He was the only one she knew. She left the hotel in frustration. A little way down the road, Jonathan, who had been following her, was waiting for her to approach him voluntarily.

After she had visited so many hotels and hit a wall each time for more than an hour, she still hadn't thought to seek his help. Jonathan was extremely displeased. He couldn't help but drive closer. Then, he overheard her stamping her foot in anger and muttering, "Damn Mr. Finch! We're absolutely irreconcilable!"