Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 460

Jack lay spread-eagle on the bed. Even in the darkness, he felt utterly humiliated. Initially, he had felt confident in handling the situation, thinking he could play a game of resistance and domination with "Daisy." That was why he hadn't made any noise.

However, the situation was clearly getting out of hand.

Just as he thought of calling out for help, something was shoved into his mouth, gagging him completely. His tongue was pressed down, and his mouth was filled to the point where he could only make faint, muffled noises. Even if he could call out, it wouldn't travel very far.

Jack glared at the shadowy figure before him and finally realized that this person might not be "Daisy." The scent and presence were clearly that of a woman, but not the one he had expected. Panic began to set in as he tried to figure out who she was.

As expected, a woman's voice cut through the darkness. "I'm not the woman wearing the daisy from earlier but don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy everything you prepared. We'll play every game you had in mind."

The voice was unfamiliar to Jack. Even though he knew for certain now that she wasn't "Daisy," she still hadn't revealed her identity.

He struggled against his restraints, his muffled protests growing more frantic as he tried to warn her of who he was.

Rose heard him and scoffed. "Are you trying to say you're a member of the Finch family, and if I dare to do anything to you, you won't let me off?"

Jack's muffled response was desperate, filled with a menacing edge. He was trying to convey that he would not only not let her go but also make her suffer in ways she couldn't imagine.

Rose couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oh, Mr. Finch, you may have the support of both the Finch and Maize families, but what of it? Whatever consequences that may come, they'll come after tonight."

Nothing, not even the threat of powerful families, would stop Rose from carrying out her plan. For Yvonne, she was determined to make Jack pay.

Without giving Jack a chance to respond, a sudden rush of air cut through the darkness. The next moment, the sound of a whip cracking filled the room, striking Jack's chest.

He was stunned momentarily before the burning pain set in. He barely had time to react before another lash followed.

The room echoed with the sound of the whip and Jack's muffled cries of pain. As the lashes continued, Jack's attempts to stifle his voice gave way to louder, more desperate noises.

He knew shouting wouldn't bring help, but he hoped that making more noise and struggling against his restraints might draw attention.

He was right. While the sound wasn't loud enough to be heard throughout the villa, it was enough to reach the room next door.

In the adjacent room, a man glanced at the wall near the bed, momentarily taken aback before chuckling lowly.

"What's that noise, Mr. Finch?" a woman asked, puzzled by the sounds coming from the other side.

The man gladly accepted her addressing him as "Mr. Finch." After examining the wall, he withdrew his gaze and said, "It's nothing. Come. Let's have a drink."

All of Jack's friends were aware of Jack's peculiar tastes and didn't think much of the noises. They were used to his antics and assumed he was indulging in his usual escapades.

The man thought Jack's antics were particularly intense that day, which clearly indicated his immense delight with "Daisy."

Rose scoffed. "How pathetic."

The object in her hand filled her with disgust, a reminder of Jack's heinous actions. She yearned to throw him off the building, just like he had done to Yvonne, but she knew the villa wasn't as high as the club.

He wouldn't suffer the same fate even if she dropped him from here. It was infuriating to think he would get off so easily. As she glared into the darkness, she suddenly released her grip on the object in her hand.

Rose was ready to move on to the next step, but before she left, she remembered the woman she had locked in the closet, who had been silent all this time.

Rose walked over and opened the closet door, sensing the woman's gaze even in the darkness.

Gently, she removed the cloth from the woman's mouth. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I had to keep you quiet, but I couldn't risk him finding out," she said softly.

"Thank you... thank you for remembering me," the woman sobbed, her voice trembling.

Trapped in the closet, she had heard everything that had transpired outside. She understood that Jack had used her as a stand-in for Yvonne and that Rose had come seeking revenge.

Initially, the woman had feared that Rose wouldn't be able to handle Jack. Later, she worried that Rose might leave after exacting her revenge, forgetting about her. Relief washed over her now, knowing she hadn't been abandoned.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, the woman collapsed into Rose's arms, her voice weak and trembling. "Thank you… thank you for remembering to save me..."