Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Say, what do you think about adding a daughter to the family? Do you think the elders would be happy?" Although it was a question, Clover seemed to already have an answer when asking it.

Emily was at a loss for words. The two had always had a tacit understanding in their cooperation, and she could always grasp his intention from just a sentence. But... what did he mean this time? She was clueless. Just as she pondered, Clover nodded with satisfaction. "That's it."

Emily was perplexed. "Mr. Xanth..."

However, he had no means of responding to her, making her even more baffled by the sudden situation. Suddenly, she saw him rising from his seat.

A series of crisp and loud claps sounded in the venue, with the one applauding being...

Pulling the crowd's attention from the henpecked husband that was Jonathan, Clover, who held the Number 95 paddle earlier, became their new focus.

"Have you done what you came here for, Mr. Finch?" Clover urged Jonathan with a hint of impatience, as though saying, "If you have, get off the stage now!"

Jonathan frowned. Indeed, he had completed his mission. Glancing at the long-vanished ring inside the container, he smiled contentedly and descended the stage.

At that moment, Clover gave Emily some instructions before heading toward the stage. When the two men crossed paths, Jonathan glanced at him but eventually suppressed the words he wanted to say.

By the time Jonathan returned to his seat, Clover had taken the stage. He glanced at Anastasia, still on the platform, and frowned.

"Ms. Young?" He was loud, but she was visibly in a daze. As such, he called out to her again.

"Ms. Young?" He raised his tone and even snapped his finger before her this time.

The sudden noise shook Anastasia. Then, he playfully asked, "What's left you so deep in thought, Ms. Young?"

What else could she be thinking? What kind of silly question was that? Whatever had just transpired was way out of her expectations. She was reluctant to accept reality, explaining her daze. It wasn't until Clover's appearance that she regained her senses. In response, she quickly smiled. "N-Nothing. Maybe..."

Her mind was in chaos. She was so stunned that she didn't notice Jonathan had returned to his seat. She wanted to make up another excuse but couldn't think of anything. As such, she awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Is there any other matter, Ms. Young?" Clover's intention to get her off stage was evident from his frown.

Despite her anger, Anastasia knew she couldn't afford to further humiliate herself. Amid the strange gazes being shot at her, she bitterly forced a smile when descending the stage.

The more she suppressed her true emotions, the more reluctant she felt. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect the outcome where Jonathan declared to everyone he had no feelings for her.

How horrible was that? All of this was caused by Rose! Without her, there wouldn't be such an outcome!

Anastasia secretly clenched her fists and seamlessly glanced toward Rose. Seeing the smile on her face, Anastasia was taken aback. What was that? Was she being smug and victorious?

At that moment, her resentment toward Rose grew. Yet, unbeknownst to her, Rose's smile had nothing to do with her.

Clover was onstage gazing at Rose. With him, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Ever since they knew each other, he and Emily had been nothing but kind to her. It was the type of kindness that was pure and genuine. As such, Rose greatly appreciated their friendship.

Locking eyes with Clover, Rose could feel the smile in his eyes. Naturally, she reciprocated it.

Subsequently, he saw Emily gesturing at him. It was then he knew the job was done. He unhesitantly asked, "Since Ms. Young had presented Mr. Finch with his auction item earlier, may I enjoy that privilege too?"

The crowd was stunned, especially Anastasia. Did Clover want her to hand him his purchase too? Since he had bought Oliver's suit with 30 million dollars, he should naturally take advantage of this "privilege". "Clo-"Anastasia couldn't see through him. She had just spoken when Clover interrupted her.

"But I don't need Ms. Young to hand it to me. I just need the organizer to send the item I bought onto the stage. My assistant has just signed the contract and footed the bill. That suit is now mine!"

His tone was serious. Of course, the item belonged to him after he signed the contract.

"It is yours." Anastasia stared at Clover, still deciphering his intention.

Although she couldn't understand him, she knew he wasn't to be underestimated. After all, he was part of the Xanth family and Lerain Group holding great power and wealth. He also happened to be the only heir of the company.

"Send it on stage then," Clover ordered.

Despite her unwillingness, Anastasia couldn't afford to disobey him. That would give people plenty to talk about. After some hesitation, she signaled one of the staff.

Soon enough, the staff delivered the suit onstage. Sitting in the audience, Rose couldn't help but perk up and wonder what Clover was up to.

Not only her, but Miles, Jonathan, and Harriette also frowned in confusion. Only Emily saw through his intentions.

"Oh, Mr. Xanth. Always attention-seeking and leaving no room for others to enjoy the spotlight," she thought. Then, she glanced at Rose.

When the suit was brought upon the stage, Rose straightened her back. Her gaze was tinted with reverence, as though the owner of the suit was wearing it and standing before her.

Amid the shocked crowd, Clover'sC0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

crisp and boastful voice sounded.

"This suit used to belong to Mr. è Young Senior. I'm aware it shouldn't carry any sentiment to me, but t` holds great significance to a person I care about.

"That is why I purchased it as a gift for the person I'm about to acknowledge as my family."