Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 398

Anastasia noticed Gabriel's gaze toward Rose and understood immediately. There was another protector around Rose.

It was Rose again. Anastasia felt particularly uneasy at this moment. If Rose aimed to inherit a portion of the Young family's wealth, Gabriel and Miles would likely support her.

The more Anastasia thought about it, the more she felt that this situation couldn't continue. She had to take action and drive Rose out of the Young family and Regalia.

During various family gatherings, Rose never showed up. She came to Regalia only for Oliver. Now, with Oliver's funeral settled, she would leave as soon as possible. Thus, Rose found an opportunity to bid farewell to Miles.

"Miles, I think it's time for me to go back."

At the Young Estate's dining room, everyone was having breakfast. However, Rose set down her cutlery first.

Since Oliver passed away, a layer of melancholy had crept into Rose's demeanor. She appeared sorrowful, which evoked sympathy from Miles in particular. Miles knew Rose's identity and would never allow her to leave.

However, right after Oliver's funeral had ended, the Young Group seemed calm on the surface. However, beneath the facade was an undercurrent of turmoil, like an abyss with hidden turbulence swirling within.

The Young Group belonged to Rose. Miles intended to hand everything over to Rose in peace.

"Aren't you staying in Regalia a bit longer? It's rare for you to visit. Let Gabriel accompany you and relax a bit," Miles said gently.

As Gabriel was mentioned, his eyes suddenly brightened. He also set down his cutlery.

He chimed in, "Yes. I'll take you around. Regalia is where I know best." Gabriel was full of anticipation.

Though surprised that Miles wanted him to accompany Rose, he quickly understood that Miles probably had more pressing matters tying him down. Otherwise, such a good opportunity wouldn't be given to him.

The Young Group was bound to face a struggle for financial power. Gabriel had already made his decision to simply be an observer.

"No need for sightseeing…" Rose started to decline.

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the familiar number, Rose was delighted. She immediately answered the call.

"Rose…" On the other end of the phone was Yvonne.

After half a year of no contact, Yvonne had just returned to Regalia with her dance troupe from a global tour. Upon seeing the news about the Young family, with Rose holding Oliver's memorial photo, she felt concerned and had many questions.

"Are you still in Regalia?"

Yvonne wanted to ask what exactly happened, but she knew that the Rose she saw in the news had eyes full of grief. It was not something that could be explained in just a few words.

Before she could suggest a meeting, Rose preemptively said, "I want to see you."

Her tone was different from usual. It was a tone even Miles had not heard before. It was part coaxing and part excitement as if she couldn't wait to be with the person on the other end.

Miles thought, "Who could it be? Could it be Jonathan? No! It couldn't be him!"

Jonathan had been coming to the Young Estate every day, but Rose always avoided him. Even when she answered his calls, her tone was perfunctory.

If it wasn't Jonathan, Miles wondered who it could be. Miles frowned.

As he pondered, Rose seemed to have already arranged a time and place with the person on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up, excitement finally sparkled in her eyes. She stood up and said to Miles, "Miles, I need to go out for a while."

"Where are you going?" As Miles spoke, Rose had already left the dining table and headed to her room. She changed her clothes before coming back out.

She wore all black, with her hair casually tied in a ponytail. At least she looked more spirited than the past few days. In the living room, Miles and Gabriel both waited intentionally.

Upon seeing the familiar face, Rose's gaze wavered slightly. She quickly looked away. She intended to ignore the situation.

But within seconds, a staff member, Cuthbert Gardner, approached her table. "Miss, could you please move? Ms. Maize has chosen this spot, and we need it."

Although the tone was better than the woman's earlier, it still lacked much respect.

Rose finally understood. It turned out that the window seat Yara mentioned earlier referred to the one she was sitting in.

Rose thought, "Should I move? It's just a seat. It's no big deal."

Rose forced a smile. She got up and relocated to the most inconspicuous corner of the cafe.

"Ms. Maize…" Algernon cleared the table. He was eager to impress the international award-winning actress.

However, he saw Yara's face darken. She turned and walked toward the corner of the cafe.

"This spot works best. It'll yield better results for the shoot," Yara said. She eyed Rose's new seat.

This time, Algernon signaled Cuthbert without waiting for Yara's cue.

Cuthbert approached again, "Miss…"

Rose knew what he was going to say. If it weren't for her meeting with Yvonne, she would have left the cafe altogether.

She didn't want to trouble Cuthbert. She stood up again and looked around. There were plenty of empty seats.

Rose purposely chose the most inconspicuous seat. It was neither by the window nor in any notable location. But as soon as she sat down, Yara approached once more.