Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Rose didn't realize her sigh of regret had slipped out aloud.

Yara was momentarily taken aback. Then, she let out a cold laugh. "Pity? Ms. Shaffer, you probably don't know its value, and you dare say it's a pity..."

She glanced at the evening gown Rose was staring at. Although it was hanging in the furthest corner of the wall, it was still very valuable. What right did Rose have to call it a pity? "Ms. Maize, you don't know this, but Rosie designs not only jewelry but also clothing," Anastasia explained when she noticed Rose's unusual behavior.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Yara was briefly stunned, but she quickly seemed to understand. Without hiding her mockery toward Rose, she sneered. "So she's trying to act like an 'expert' and mystify things... Ha!" "Trying to act like an "expert" and mystify things?" Rose withdrew her gaze, seemingly not hearing Yara's taunt.

Even after taking her seat, Rose couldn't get that evening gown out of her mind. The imperfection on the gown kept nagging at her thoughts.

"Today's family dinner is a bit special. It was just the Finch family in the past, but it's lively today. It's time for the Finch family to add new members."

Eleanor's voice broke the silence at the dining table, while her words made everyone present sit upright and take notice.

Adding new members... The younger generation of the Finch family was unmarried, and only Jonathan was present. Eleanor's intention was clear-she was urging Jonathan to marry!

Yara's face lit up with the most eager smile. "Grandma Eleanor, becoming a part of the Finch family is a great blessing. You should try this."

She got up from her seat and walked to Eleanor's side to offer Eleanor a piece of a fudgy brownie. "Grandma, I heard you like brownies. I enjoy making pastries, so how about I make some for you in the future?"

Yara's face was full of sweetness. Her intentions to please were unmistakable, and she wanted to become that new "Finch family member"!

Lizzie observed without saying anything. Instead, she cast a glance at Anastasia. Anastasia understood immediately, but she disdained such flattery.

To become a member of the Finch family, especially the wife of the ruler of the family, one needed commercial acumen.

As a frequently mentioned businesswoman in Regalia's business circles, Anastasia undoubtedly had the most potential.

"Grandma Eleanor, I heard you plan to build a comprehensive special education school for children. The Youngs happen to have a good piece of land. If you'd like, I'll have the design plan drafted tomorrow and send it over for your review as soon as possible."

A special education school for children. Such a charitable investment would benefit the Finch family immensely. This offer was far more valuable than Yara's "fudgy brownie".

Yara's face stiffened slightly as she glanced at Anastasia. Although she had lived abroad, she had heard of Anastasia, the eldest daughter of the Youngs.

Bella also mentioned that Eleanor once considered the Young family, but Anastasia paled considerably in comparison to Yara. It seemed that Anastasia hadn't divorced yet...

In an instant, Yara's expression returned to normal. Although the Youngs were more powerful than the Maizes, Anastasia was just an adopted granddaughter.

Given the current situation of the Youngs, she would merely have the Young family name if she couldn't outcompete Miles for power. To Yara, Anastasia was never her competitor. Her real competitor was...

Yara glanced at Rose. Rose was focused on eating a piece of fudgy brownie, completely absorbed in her actions as if nothing else mattered.

"Ms. Shaffer, do you like fudgy brownies as well?" Eleanor suddenly spoke.

Rose was still thinking about that evening gown, its imperfections bothering her greatly.

Years ago when it was presented to her, she couldn't figure out a solution despite much effort. By the time she found a method, the evening gown had been reclaimed by its owner.

For years, it remained her regret, but she never expected to see it again at the Finch Manor.

She hadn't thought much about it before, but when she sat down, her mind couldn't help but ponder ways to fix that evening gown.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the rising tension around her.

At the large dining table, everyone was looking at Rose. After a while, she picked up another fudgy brownie without responding to Eleanor's question.

Everyone present was thoroughly at a loss for words. Was Rose so blatantly ignoring Eleanor?

At this moment, Eleanor's face... Across from Rose, Jonathan frowned and lightly kicked her foot under the table. Rose was startled and looked up questioningly at Jonathan. Why was he kicking her and winking? What did it mean?

The whole dining table fell silent. Rose didn't want to speak out and attract attention, so she used her eyes to inquire. But to others, it looked like they were flirting.

Eleanor's face grew darker, but only for a moment before she resumed her "kind" smile. Her gaze fell on the second piece of fudgy brownie on Rose's plate. "It seems Ms. Shaffer really does like the fudgy brownies."

Fudgy brownie? Rose followed her gaze, saw the brownie on her plate, and felt embarrassed. Could she say she didn't know what she was eating?

"It's quite tasty." Rose could only manage to chuckle to ease the awkwardness. "Eat more if you like it." Eleanor signaled Anna. "Bring all of these to Ms. Shaffer."

Every spot on the long table had a plate of fudgy brownies. Though each plate had a small portion, it

combined. Rose felt the presnet

was quite overwhelming when

when they were all placed in front of her.

Eleanor added, "Eat them all!"

All of them? No matter how much Rose liked them, she couldn't eat them all! No one could eat that much! "Grandma..." Jonathan began, but Eleanor's warning gaze that was disguised as a loving smile cut him off. "Jon, Ms. Shaffer wouldn't reject my goodwill."

The implication was clear. Rose

would face more difficulties if she refused. Jonathan clenched his fists. Just as he was about to get up and take Rose away, Rose kicked him under the table.

Then she spoke up. "Thank you for that, Mrs. Finch Senior. I'd gladly accept it. "These fudgy brownies are really delicious. I haven't anything this good elsewhere!"

As she spoke, she took a bit and

gave Jonathan a reassuring look. It

was just a few plates of brownies, right? If eating them could avoid creating a rift between Jonathan and Eleanor, she'd gladly comply.

However, Jonathan's expression remained grim.