Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Harriette's eyes radiated warmth and kindness, yet her words came across as ironic to Miles.

"Help her? How exactly will she help?" he wondered skeptically. If it weren't for Jonathan's plan, he would never allow this imposter Harriette near Rose. However, some concessions had to be made for the scheme's success. Not wanting Rose to endure more insincerity, Miles shifted the conversation. "Rosie, now that you've officially taken over Young Group, my task is complete."

Rose glanced at Miles, noticing a hint of relief in his expression as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The notion of a burden caught her attention.

"Miles, I'm not adept at managing a company, let alone one as vast as Young Group. I accept Grandpa's will, but I'd prefer a nominal role. It's better if you continue to make decisions for the company," she confessed earnestly. This was her honest sentiment. Even after inheriting Young Group, she didn't see it as solely hers.

Miles' smile was tinged with weariness as he responded, "Rosie, I'm tired."

Despite his gentle expression, his exhaustion was evident. It finally dawned on Rose how tirelessly he had worked to ensure that Young Group was handed over to her completely. "Miles..." she began, her voice echoing with guilt and worry.

Feigning concern, Harriette joined in. "Miles does look tired. Rosie, stop making things harder for him. Let him rest for a while. After all, you still have us to help during this period."

Of course, by "us", Harriette meant herself, although she refrained from being too explicit. Just as she hoped, Miles seamlessly followed up with, "Etta will also assist you."

This was precisely what she wanted to hear. "I'll do everything in my power to help, Rosie. After all, Grandpa took me in all those years ago, and I haven't been able to repay his kindness. Assisting you would be my way of honoring him."

Her words rang earnestly and sincerely, yet Rose felt an inexplicable sense of unease. There was something oddly familiar about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Ultimately, Miles declared his intention to take a break, handing over all major and minor decisions of Young Group to Rose.

Simultaneously, he also granted Harriette a title second only to Rose's, giving her a degree of power that made her momentarily lose herself in the illusion of authority.

She thought that perhaps maintaining this status quo wouldn't be terrible. However, upon recalling Lizzie's instructions and her true identity, Harriette quickly snapped out of her reverie. "Madam wanted Rose dead, and as for me..." her thoughts trailed off.

Scanning the conference room, Harriette observed the Young Group executives gazing at Rose with admiration and reverence, acknowledging her undeniable authority.

Outside the conference room, it was no different. The employees looked upon Rose with awe and wonder. As for Harriette, despite holding a high position, Rose's presence made her feel invisible. At that moment, an intense desire filled her heart. She wished for Rose to disappear so that she could take her place.

Perhaps it was the illusion created by her new title as Rose's second-in-command, but a dangerous idea began to take root in Harriette's mind.

"If I could somehow isolate Rose and arrange for an accident to befall her, wouldn't I become the sole heiress? After all, Miles decided to distance himself from the company's affairs, didn't he?

Driven by these thoughts, she cast a furtive glance at Miles, only to realize that he was looking back at her. Their eyes met, but both of them instantly masked their true emotions and exchanged smiles.

Feeling slightly anxious, Harriette desperately tried to hide her racing heartbeat behind her forced smile. But amidst her unease, she failed to notice the chilling wariness in Miles' gaze, which lingered on her just before he returned her friendly smile. She walked up to Miles before affectionately looping her arm through his.

"Miles, I never imagined Rosie would be held in such high regard within the company!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with admiration.

Along with the admiration was genuine happiness for Rose, but Miles knew that the admiration part wasn't real.

"Rosie has a natural talent for winning people over, no matter where she is. She's true member of the Young family, all right." Miles' gaze shifted to Rose, his expression filled with genuine fondness.

This only intensified the discomfort in Harriette's heart.

"A true member of the Young family?

So what if she is? With Oliver dead and Celeste gone, all the true members of the Young family are already lost. If Rose were to

disappear too, no one would elet

ld be left

to claim that title," she thought.

"Miles, how are you planning on spending your break?" Harriette turned her gaze to Miles, feigning nonchalance as if she were asking a simple question between siblings, effectively masking her attempt to probe for information.

Miles appeared to have everything planned out. "Do you remember the island we visited on our first trip abroad as kids?"

"An island?" Harriette mused as she quickly scanned the memories she had been provided. Nowhere in the information she had memorized was there mention of any island.

However, since Miles brought it up, she thought it must have been something beyond Lizzie's knowledge.

Harriette had no reason to doubt him and quickly nodded. "I do. Are you planning to go there?"

"Yes. I'll be able to relax there." Miles suppressed the smirk that threatened to surface. There was no island-he had fabricated the entire story on the spot.

Unaware of how foolish she appeared, Harriette leaned against Miles' arm and said coquettishly, "Miles, take all the time you need to rest. Don't worry about Rosie or Young Group. I'll take care of everything." Indeed, she would take good care of everything.

Seizing the opportunity presented by

Miles' time off, Harriette knew that she needed to act swiftly. By the time Miles returned, the dynamics would have shifted entirely. Silently,

she started plotting her next move.

Throughout the day, as Miles handed over the company's responsibilities, Rose and Harriette familiarized themselves with the inner workings of Young Group.

To Harriette's astonishment, the company was even more prosperous than she had imagined, fueling the insatiable greed growing within her.

...

Outside the Young Estate, a luxury car had been parked there since morning, and over ten hours had passed.

The passenger inside had grown increasingly impatient, but when the driver suggested returning home multiple times, the resolute occupant refused to budge. She was determined to see Rose in person that day.

A few more hours passed before Rose, Harriette, and Miles finally arrived at the Young Estate in a single car. As they neared an intersection leading directly to the estate, their route suddenly changed. "Miles, aren't we going home?" Harriette inquired in a seemingly innocent voice.

Recalling an earlier call from Patrick, Miles replied, "We're entering through the back entrance today."

"The back entrance? Why are we returning through the back?" Harriette wondered.

Rose was resting with her eyes closed in the backseat, so she didn't notice anything amiss, but Harriette caught on to Miles' unusual behavior.

Nonetheless, she chose to remain silent until the car came to a halt at the back entrance.

"Rosie, we're home." Miles' gentle voice was clear and pleasant.

Rose opened her eyes to find that Miles had already opened the car door for her. As she stepped out of the vehicle, she couldn't help but overhear Harriette's playful yet undeniably jealous comment. "Miles, it seems you only have eyes for Rosie now. I want you to open the door for me, too!"