Honey, You're a Billionaire?

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"Ms: Shaffer..."

The person approaching was none other than Miles. He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit and walked gracefully towards her.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

Rose felt caught off guard but quickly put on an elegant and composed smile as she replied, "No, I'm not leaving. I was just looking for Evan, but I think he's been delayed." Miles raised an eyebrow, showing that he saw through her excuse.

"That day, due to the urgent situation, your identity as Ms. Flora was exposed. You don't hold it against me, do you?"

He stared at her with a burning gaze. Rose had come to the celebration to express her gratitude to him for his help that day.

"Why would I? I'm grateful to you. If it weren't for you and Evan, I might have been banned as the one who stole the artwork. You've done me a great favor."

As her words ended, Miles chuckled.

"Then, how are you going to express your gratitude?"

Rose was stunned for a moment.

Just as she

was pondering, Miles said, "I'm just joking. It's my pleasure to help the popular Ms. Flora"

His eyes gleamed with admiration with a sense of warmth.

"Ms. Shaffer..." he suddenly spoke.

Just as he was about to continue, his assistant rushed to his side and whispered something in his ear. His eyes seemed to contract for a moment, but he quickly put on a refined smile. "Ms. Shaffer, I have some urgent matters to attend to. I hope you don't mind if I leave."

He turned and hurried away. It was as if something significant had happened. When Rose appeared at the banquet, she had already attracted countless attention,

However, due to her pale and weak appearance during the finals, no one recognized her. Several men tried to approach and strike up conversations.

However, they all received calls on their phones, mentioning urgent business or financial issues, and had to leave in a hurry. After a few attempts, none of the men dared to approach her any longer. Rose found herself alone, holding a glass of wine. Without realizing it, she wandered into the backyard.

As she wanted to catch her breath, she suddenly heard a woman's coquettish exclamation coming from a pavilion near the pool.

"Ah! Mr. Finch....

The mention of "Mr. Finch" made Rose's heart tighten.

Soon after, a man's low and threatening voice followed, "Get lost!"

Rose immediately recognized that voice, and it brought back memories of that night at Lane residence. Before she could fully process the situation, a woman came running from the poolside. She was dressed provocatively, and her face showed signs of disarray. When she saw Rose, her expression momentarily froze. Then she glared at her angrily.

Rose blinked in confusion. Why was this woman giving her such a dirty look?

Quickly assessing the situation, she concluded that the woman had either tried to seduce Mr. Finch and failed or had been taken advantage of by him, and now they were no longer on good terms. She leaned more toward the latter possibility. With a disdainful glance at the pavilion, she decided to leave. However, thinking Rose was another potential seducer, Florence vented her frustration to her. She pushed her forcefully. Rose was caught off guard. She lost her balance and let go of her handbag. "Ah...

With a startled cry, she ended up falling into the pool with a splash.

"Take that! Let's see how are you going to seduce Mr. Finch now."

Still fuming, Florence ran out of the backyard. The celebration mainly took place at the villa and the dooryard. Hence, nobody was around the backyard. Rose gulped down a few mouthfuls of water. Fortunately, she knew how to swim. A few minutes later, she managed to reach the edge of the pool. "Damn it! Who's trying to seduce Mr. Finch? she muttered in rage.

She had overheard the woman's conversation earlier. It seemed like she had been unjustly blamed. "Mr. Finch is a damn troublemaker. I always run into some kind of problem with him!”

She leaned against the edge of the pool and spoke angrily. She realized that she was right, Mr. Finch was a man she should stay away from. As a gust of wind blew, she shivered uncontrollably.

She needed to change out of her wet dress quickly. As she turned to leave the pool, she suddenly saw a pair of exquisite handmade leather shoes in front of her.

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