Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Not a Good Person

"What's the matter? Do you know someone else with the last name Finch?"

There was a trace of stiffness in Jonathan's eyes.

An image of the black mask came to Rose's mind. She remembered the mess she had been dragged into because of him that night. She almost lost her life.

Rose thought that Jonathan brought her nothing but bad luck.

"That Mr. Finch doesn't look like a good person at all!"

Jonathan frowned in silence. He wondered why he did not look like a good person to her.

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He was about to ask when Rose patted him on the shoulder. "But good guy. You saved me three times, so I won't treat you too badly!"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

What did she mean by that?

Intrigued, Jonathan was about to ask again when he heard her chuckling.

Her

pretty face flashed with awkwardness.

Then, after steeling herself with determination, she said, "So, about what just happened... Can I not pay for that one time in the morning?

"I wasn't the one who took the initiative, right? You were the one who started it, so it's different...

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She puffed out her chest. The more she spoke, the more confident she became.

Jonathan kept quiet.

Was that all? Was this what she meant by not treating me too badly? Why were women like this?

Rolling his eyes, Jonathan spat out, "No way!"

In a different part of the hotel, Kelly received the photos from the paparazzo.

In the photos, Rose was in bed, and two men were fighting. It looked like Rose had been caught cheating

But Hank was not in the photos at all.

"What's going on?" Upset, Kelly called the paparazzo and questioned him.

Hank was absent from the photos, and not only that, but the men in the photos were also extremely handsome.

The paparazzo was mad too.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, Ms. Kelly! What sort of tip did you give me?

"You said that it would be earth-shattering news, but what's this? How can a married couple making out in a hotel room be considered earth-shattering news?" The paparazzo hung up angrily.

Kelly remained flabbergasted for a long time.

A married couple?

Kelly looked at the man in the photo. He was standing in front of the window. and facing the camera.

He looked a little like Ezra Turner, the most handsome man in the

entertainment industry right now.

But the way he carried himself made him even more eye-catching than Ezra.

Was this the man Rose married?

Kelly ground her teeth in jealousy. But soon enough, a look of derision appeared in her eyes. "So what if he's handsome? He's just an ordinary person!" He could not compare to Jonathan!

Thinking of last night, Kelly felt as if she had suffered unjust treatment. Nevertheless, she refused to give up.

She deduced that Jonathan did not like women who offered themselves up to him. Fortunately for her, he had not seen her face last night.

Kelly was certain she still had a chance if she switched to a more unique tactic.

She looked at the photos on her phone with a cold smile. Then, she printed the photos and sent them to the Finch Building once again.

When all that was done, she called Hank, but the call would not go through.

Right now, Hank was in another room in the hotel. He had been left naked and exposed to the cold air the entire night.

At this moment, he was lying on the floor shivering.

A pair of exquisitely made leather shoes appeared in front of him. Then, a cold voice rang out above him. "Who told you to do that last night?"

Hank wanted to raise his head, but one of the shoes stepped on his back." Speak!"

The icy tension in the room made it hard for Hank to breathe. He came clean. soon enough.

"It was Kelly. I don't know what happened, either. I asked Kelly out, but she didn't come. Instead, it was another woman..."

Jonathan repeated the name in his head,

Kelly? Rose's sister?

His eyes turned cold as he glanced indifferently at the man on the floor. " Edwards Construction is no more. As for you... Hah!"

Jonathan left.

Hank shivered. He did not even see who that man was, but that sneer made his skin crawl. It felt even more terrifying than hell. Rose put on the clothes Finley brought over. Then, she went downstairs with Jonathan.

They had just exited the hotel when Rose caught sight of a black Maybach. She recognized it as Jonathan's car right away. She instantly frowned and said, "That's weird. Did that damned Mr. Finch stay

here last night as well? Tch..."

Rose seemed to hold Jonathan in contempt. She reacted as if she feared she might catch the plague from him.

Grabbing Jonathan's wrist, she urged, "Hürry up! Let's go!"

Jonathan, who was being led by her, had a dark look on his face. He remained silent.

He wondered if Rose hated him that much. It was all the more reason for him to hide his identity.

Jonathan was glad that he did not let his bodyguards come with him.

But as they were about to walk past Jonathan's car, they saw the hotel manager waiting beside it. He wanted to apologize once more for what happened earlier. Bowing to the two, he said loudly, "Mr. and Mrs. Finch-"