Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Miles had indeed planned everything in advance.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The guests present had arrived before dawn, all waiting patiently because he had shared a crucial piece of information with them-Rose would be joining them that day.

Unaware of these arrangements, Chloe grew increasingly agitated as she surveyed the room. However, upon recognizing the faces of the distinguished elders present, she swiftly forced a smile. "Mr. Yardley, Mr. Langster, Mr. Cox..." Although these gentlemen had long retired and no longer held significant shares in Young Group, their close friendship with Oliver made them highly respected figures.

As Chloe spoke, they rose from their seats and made their way toward her. She paused for a moment, assuming they were approaching to greet her, and extended her hand for a handshake.

But to her astonishment, the elders merely brushed past her, leaving her outstretched hand awkwardly suspended in midair, her forced smile frozen in place.

The words she heard next compounded her discomfort.

"You must be Rosie! What a beautiful young lady. I'm Irvin Yardley. I held your mother when she was a baby."

"You old coot, why would you bring that up? Rietta never liked you, you know? Don't you remember she once peed on you? Rosie, I'm Campbell Cox, and let me tell you, I was your mom's favorite!"

"Rosie, I'm Luka Langster. I remember thinking you looked familiar during Oliver's funeral, and now I know why-you're Rietta's daughter. This is simply wonderful!"

These elders were all well past their 70s. Usually stern with their grandchildren, they were all smiles that day, their faces beaming with affection as they looked at Rose.

Their warmth left Rose momentarily flustered, but she quickly regained her composure and understood that they must be Oliver's dearest friends.

"Mr. Yardley, Mr. Cox, Mr. Langster," she politely greeted them, her face brightening with a genuine smile.

"What a good child you are!" The elders nodded approvingly, following up with a barrage of compliments about Rose being adorable and how they would love to have her as their granddaughter.

Meanwhile, Chloe, who had been completely ignored, felt her anger reaching a boiling point. She couldn't believe that everyone was so quick to accept Rose as Oliver's granddaughter.

While the elders might have accepted Rose, Chloe certainly didn't. "So, some random woman shows up, and just because someone says she's Oliver's granddaughter, that makes it true?" she questioned skeptically. The three elders frowned, their eyes narrowing. Irvin was the first to speak up. "There's a DNA report, and we saw it ourselves. How could it be fake?"

Chloe smirked. "Maybe you're unaware, but when Oliver was alive, he found another woman and even conducted a DNA test on her. The report showed that she was related to the Young family by blood, but guess what?" She paused, her smile widening. "It turns out that she wasn't his granddaughter, and there was no real blood connection. Even Oliver was fooled. And now you all..."

Although Chloe didn't finish her sentence, the implication was clear-if Oliver could be deceived, so could they.

Her mocking tone didn't sit well with the three elders.

Eventually, Luka spoke up. "Rosie's eyes are identical to Rietta's. That can't be a coincidence, right?"

Chloe scoffed at the notion. "You're basing this on her eyes? Oliver adopted two girls, Harriette and Anastasia, both of whom had eyes similar to Rietta's. Are you saying they're all related to the Young family?" It was Rose's eyes that initially convinced Oliver of her lineage, and as Chloe examined them once more, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.

Campbell also studied Rose's eyes and shook his head in disagreement with Chloe's argument. "We've met all the girls. Sure, Harriette and Anastasia's eyes resemble Rietta's, but they lack the same spirit. "Rosie, on the other hand, possesses an uncanny likeness, not just in appearance, but in spirit as well. It's as if she's a perfect reflection of Rietta. If that's not the result of genetics, then what is?"

"Exactly. Rosie is Rietta's daughter and Oliver's granddaughter. There's no doubt about it."

"Indeed, I've seen countless people at my age, and I'm certain Rosie is Oliver's biological granddaughter!"

Their unwavering conviction left Chloe's doubts feeling as futile as punching at the air.

Chloe's rage was reaching a boiling point. "These stubborn old fools!" she fumed inwardly.

"There's something else you all should know," she snapped. "The woman who previously pretended to be Oliver's granddaughter was named Kelly, and she's Rose's sister!"

The three elders frowned, clearly taken aback by this revelation.

Then, Luka turned to Miles. "Isn't Rosie the daughter of Lerain Group's Xanth family?"

Miles, who had been silent since entering the room, finally spoke up, uttering just one word. "Yes."

Campbell raised an eyebrow. "Does the Xanth family have two daughters, then?"

Miles answered, "No. Just one."

Irvin concluded, "Well, then, there's no problem!"

Chloe blinked in disbelief. "No problem? How could they just brush it off so easily?" she thought.

Luka and Campbell exchanged a knowing glance before nodding in agreement. "Exactly. Kelly and Rosie aren't biological sisters. Since Kelly is the fake one, that makes Rosie the reat granddaughter!"

Chloe felt as though her heart would burst from frustration. She wanted to protest, to make them see how

absurd their reasoning was, but

before she could even get the

words

out, Luka had taken Rose by the arm

and was leading her to the main

seat at the conference table.

Irvin stood to the side, his face grave as he addressed the room, "Young Group is Oliver's legacy and belongs to the Young family.

"You've all had the chance to

thoroughly examine his will and the DNA test confirming Rose's lineage, both of which have been verified by our legal experts and found to be devoid of any forgery.

"Henceforth, Rose will lead the Young family and assume her rightful position as head of the Young Group. If anyone has any objections, speak up now!"

His sharp gaze swept over everyone present.

Just then, Campbell's voice boomed, amplifying the challenge. "Speak up if you have any objections!"

The room fell into an intimidating hush. None dared to have any objections. Even if doubts lingered, fear stifled their voices.

Besides, everyone had thoroughly examined the documents and found them authentic, without any signs of forgery.

"Ms. Shaffer, I am Andy from Young Group's business division. I shall work tirelessly to serve the company and support you in every way possible."

"Ms. Shaffer, I am Misha from Young Group's legal department. I shall do my best to handle all legal matters for the company and for you."

"Ms. Shaffer, I am..."

"Ms. Shaffer..."

One by one, the people in the room introduced themselves and proclaimed their allegiance to Rose. It was as if they had rehearsed the whole sequence in advance.

The sight of these middle-aged men, many in their 40s and 50s, humbling themselves before a young woman who was barely in her 20s was nothing short of shameless flattery. Chloe was fuming, her head throbbing with anger.