Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Begging for Forgiveness

Even now, Nixon clung to a sense of luck, but reality offered him no room for such illusions. With a cold scoff, Jonathan kept Nixon blindfolded.

Even though Nixon couldn't see Jonathan's expression, the silence that followed the sneer intensified his

fear.

Suddenly, he remembered the county clerk's office system, whore Rose's spouse information remained undisclosed. Who else but Jonathan could manipulate a system to hide such information? Realizing his grave mistake, Nixon began to plead.

"Uncle Jonathan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have harbored any thoughts towards Aunt Rose."

Nixon changed his address to "Aunt Rose" in hope to emphasize the connection between the Lane family and the Finch family.

However, Jonathan recalled the image from the camera and mercilessly pressed his foot onto Nixon's

face.

"If you know you shouldn't harbor such thoughts, why do you continue to linger on her?"

Jonathan's voice cut through the air like icy blades.

Terrified, Nixon pleaded, "I won't dare again. I promise.

"Won't dare? I see you still haven't learned your lesson. How about...

Jonathan's gaze swept over Nixon's hand, finding it glaringly offensive.

Jonathan asked after a brief pause, "How about we just chop it off?" Chop it off?

"No, no..."

Nixon nearly wailed in his plea. Losing his hand would ruin his life!

"Uncle Jonathan, I'll remember. I swear, believe me... Please, spare me. I'll avoid Aunt Rose forever. I promise I'll remember..." Nixon pleaded as snot and tears streamed down his face. A contemptuous glint flashed in Jonathan's eyes.

"Nixon, don't worry, I'll find you a good place. As for the Lane family, I'll take care of them too...

Jonathan seemed uninterested to look at Nixon any longer. Glancing at his watch, it was already 7:00 am. He had to hurry back to be with Rose.

Jonathan coldly withdrew his foot and turned to leave. Zac quickly followed him. The eerie silence returned to the boat, disrupted only by the sounds of water below.

Curled up in pain, Nixon expected Jonathan to beat him mercilessly, but aside from injuring his hand and -stepping on his face, Jonathan did nothing more.

Jonathan's parting words lingered in Nixon's mind. Now, Nixon had no time to worry about the Lane family. He only wondered, what kind of place did Jonathan mean by a good place?

After a while, more people entered.

"Who's there?"

Nixon suddenly became alert. No one answered as they lifted him from the floor and dragged him. outside.

"Are you Uncle Jonathan's people? Where are you taking me?" Nixon anxiously asked.

Still, no one answered. He was dragged into a car that sped off.

It seemed like an eternity before the car stopped. Throughout the journey, Nixon dared not relax. As the car came to a halt, he was pulled out and dragged into some unknown place. As he was perplexed, a surge of electricity coursed through him. The next moment, he was knocked

unconscious.

Jonathan returned to Zenwood Gardens, finding Rose still asleep. At the Shaffer residence, Maya woke up early. After freshening up, she went to Kelly's room "Kelly, any news from Mr. Lane?"

Maya shook Kelly awake. Initially, Kelly wanted to continue sleeping, but the anticipation of the upcoming drama kept her too excited to sleep.

She grabbed the phone from the bedside and called Nixon. The phone in the hotel rang persistently, but no one answered for a long time. "What's going on?"

Kelly frowned slightly. Soon, she chuckled, thinking Nixon overworked himself last night and was probably still asleep.

"Kelly? Is something wrong?"

Maya showed a hint of concern. Rose was usually smart and lucky, but just in case...

Before she could finish her thought, Kelly dismissed it casually, "Why rush? Besides, what could go wrong? You saw Nixon take Rose away last night, didn't you?"

If Nixon wanted to pursue Rose and establish a connection with the Young family, he would spare no

effort.

Even if Rose was somewhat clever, she wouldn't gain much advantage in such a situation. Unless Miles

and Jonathan interfere.

Thinking of these two, Kelly's eyes narrowed slightly. She immediately called Anastasia to inquire about Miles' whereabouts.

Anastasia glanced at Miles, who had just been rescued by Oliver's medicine.

"He's with me, What's the matter?"

Miles was no longer a threat, leaving only Jonathan. She was about to ask Anastasia if she knew where Jonathan was when a commotion downstairs caught her attention. "Nothing, Ms. Young. I have something to attend to. I'll hang up.

Kelly quickly ended the call and rushed out of bed. Without time to change, Chelsea burst into the room.

"Kelly!" Chelsea called out. "Where is he? Tell Kelly to hand him over!"

The voice downstairs was familiar. It was Jacyntha Green, Nixon's grandmother. 1

What was she doing here? Hand over who? Kelly had strong resentment toward Jacyntha. Jacyntha looked down on her and pushed her into the dust. One day, she would make her regret it.

But for now, she had to maintain the appearance of a refined lady. Kelly glanced reassuringly at Maya, then stepped out of the room.

"Mrs. Lane Senior, what brought you here so early in the morning?"

Kelly descended from upstairs, wearing a white nightgown. Her innocent appearance seemed genuine. Jacyntha despised this facade. Kelly pretending to be pure in front of her was nauseating. Despite Nixon being taken in by it, Kelly's true identity never impressed her.

"Where's Nixon? Where are you hiding him?" Jacyntha asked coldly.

If not for the search for Nixon, she wouldn't even bother looking at Kelly. Jacyntha's disdain was obvious to Kelly, and for some reason, she didn't want to endure Jacyntha's attitude.

"Don't speak nonsense, Mrs. Lane Senior. Why would I hide Nixon? If you want to find him, go to Rose, go to the Youngs. Why come to me? I'm not someone from the Young family!"Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The humiliation of that divorce day remained etched in her memory. A sharp slap landed on her face as/ she spoke. A crisp sound echoed, accompanied by Kelly's pained cry. 1

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