Billionire 75
Mr. Finch Comes for a Woman
Rose's head buzzed as she looked at her slightly swollen lips in the mirror.
She recalled the recent fierce kiss from her star escott husband and the way Finley and the "driver" had looked at her with ambiguous eyes afterward.
Her lips were still swollen now; wouldn't it be even more obvious earlier? What on earth had she experienced a moment ago? She was humiliated when she thought about facing people later. She covered her red and hot face, wishing she could find a hole to hide in. Jonathan let out a low chuckle as he was in a great mood.
When night fell, he dropped her off at the celebration venue and watched her as she got out of the car.
"Are you not coming with me?" Rose asked again before leaving.
Jonathan gave a faint smile. At the celebration tonight, Evan would be there; Ezra and Miles wouldn't be absent either.
During the National Jewelry Design Award finals, Miles had shown considerable interest in Rose. When the camera focused on him, his admiration was evident in his eyes.
There were just too many people trying to get Rose's attention, and he had to keep an eye on her himself. However, he couldn't go with her.
She had a strong aversion to "Mr. Finch". If she found out he was actually "Mr. Finch", he didn't know what her reaction would be. The timing wasn't right, and he couldn't afford any surprises. "Alnight."
A slight sense of disappointment crept over Rose as she thought he had refused. After parting ways with him, she stepped into a luxurious villa. The villa was privately owned by Miles.
As soon as she entered, she heard a group of women talking excitedly behind a floral wall. They were talking about "Mr. Finch," which immediately made her pause.
"Oh my God, breaking news! Mr. Finch is coming tonight."
"How is that possible? I heard that he had declined the celebration tonight. Plus, he isn't even on the guest list."
"Florence, from the preparations team, received a call personally, Mr. Finch is indeed coming."
"Florence's even changed into a different style of dress. People say she's determined to capture Mr. Finch tonight...
"Tek she dares to compete with Ms. Young for a man..."
Everyone within Young's House of Jewels knew about Anastasia's previous entanglement with Jonathan. There were even rumors that she divorced her husband for Jonathan.
Originally, Anastasia had planned to come to Aquastead this time, but just before leaving, she announced that she wouldn't be coming for some reason. The employees chatted energetically.
Suddenly, someone in the group exclaimed, "I heard that it was Mr. Finch's idea to move the venue of the finals to Aquastead at the last minute. He's covering all the expenses! I also heard that he was here for
a
woman.
"Is it true? Could it be one of the contestants?"
"But it doesn't make sense. All the contestants are already in Regalia... Wait, there's one..."
The women simultaneously had the same thought, as if they had discovered a massive secret.
Their eyes widened in shock as they said a name, "Rosel"
Behind the floral wall, Rose overheard her name. It startled her so much that her handbag slipped from her hand.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Her mind went blank for a couple of seconds. When she snapped back to reality, she felt as if she had been caught red-handed. She quickly picked up her handbag and hurriedly left.
However, the words she had just heard continued to echo in her mind. Could Mr. Finch move the venue of the finals just because of her?
As she recalled the night of confrontation with him at Lane's residence, her body shivered involuntarily.. "No, it can't be ... It must be a coincidence. It has to be
She took a deep breath, but the words "Mr. Finch' seemed as formidable as a fierce beast. Just the thought of him coming to the celebration banquet made her feel an overwhelming urge to escape. She looked around instinctively, planning to leave quietly before anyone noticed her.
However, when her gaze fell on the entrance, she suddenly saw a handsome and refined face approaching her with a friendly smile.
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