Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Miles was worried about you, and so was I!"

Was she genuinely worried about her? Rose couldn't seem to ignore the fleeting coldness she saw in her eyes.

Amid her thoughts, Elijah asked, "Etta? Your name is Etta?" He hadn't heard this name from someone else in a long time, looking visibly agitated.

Miles, Rose, and Harriette couldn't help but look at him curiously.

"You're Etta?" he asked again after receiving no response.

Harriette felt nervous immediately. She thought her disguise as Harriette had been exposed, but upon recalling the information provided by Lizzie, such a middle-aged man didn't exist in Harriette's world. As such, she became bold. "Yeah, I'm Etta. What's wrong, sir?" she asked with utmost politeness.

Elijah stared quizzically at her, almost like seeking someone's shadow in her. However, after some time, he calmed his emotions. "Sorry. It's just that my wife has the same nickname. I call her Etta too." Was that it? Harriette instantly felt a relief. "Oh, we have the same. How coincidental!"

"Yeah, what a coincidence!" Rose thought the same.

Yet, Miles couldn't help but connect it to something else. "Is that even... possible? Maybe it's just a coincidence," he pondered.

He was just about to examine Elijah again when the latter prepared to leave. After bidding his farewell, Elijah took another meaningful look at Harriette before leaving. That action rendered everyone confused. "He's kinda strange. Rosie, who is he?" Harriette asked after Elijah took off.

Rose only mentioned they met on their way and traveled together, nothing else. At that moment, Harriette understood why Rose had reached the summit unscathed. It was because of that man! Despite her burning fury, she knew she couldn't display it. Meanwhile, Anastasia, Chloe, and Gabriel had similarly arrived. When the family members saw each other, there was an undercurrent of tension. Rose wasn't involved in the inheritance dispute, so she naturally didn't feel their wrath.

She entered the sanctuary and started meditating. With no desires or requests, she felt extremely at peace. At some point, Miles came and sat beside her.

"Young Group will soon be unified." His tone was firm. It sounded like he was reporting to the late Oliver but also informing Rose of his progress simultaneously. "Rosie, I'm going to make an announcement tomorrow."

She was taken aback by his solemn demeanor. "Is it important?"

He replied, "Yeah. Very."

"What is it?" Rose was curious.

Miles simply said, "I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

Since that was the case, Rose didn't probe further. However, Clover also said he would introduce her to someone on that same day.

"Will I have to be in two places at once? Probably not. Meeting someone and making an announcement doesn't take long, does it? It should be fine," Rose contemplated.

Due to the discordant relationship caused by the business disputes with Miles, Chloe descended the mountain first.

Amid the Young family inheritance dispute, Chloe gained no advantage and even lost control of all the assets she originally had, which were now under Miles.

Although Anastasia had received help from Jonathan and gained a great portion, it was stripped away by Miles almost immediately. As of then, he was the one who held full control of Young Group.

Both Chloe and Anastasia shared the same feelings of resentment. Yet, ever since Harriette's return, Anastasia had lost the motivation to continue the fight. She was over it!

Her usual aggression and bitterness were reined in today at Aurora Crest, but someone decided to provoke her.

"Ms. Young?"

The hoarse, scratchy voice sounded behind Anastasia, frightening her. When she turned around, she saw Harriette as expected. However, her smile was no longer the bright and charming one she showed others. Instead, it was cold with a hint of mockery. Along with the arrogance and contempt on her face, it brought back Anastasia's memories of the old Harriette.

"It's you. You are Harriette!" Anastasia scoffed.

Since the day of the auction event, Anastasia had hoped it was a fake Harriette that had returned. Yet, when she saw the same expression that Harriette had years ago now, she was certain it was her! Harriette thought Anastasia had suspected her. She raised her brows and laughed. "Of course, it's me. What's wrong? Did I ruin your heiress dream? Do you hate me?"

Did Anastasia hate her? Of course, she hated her-she resented Harriette the most!

From her experience, Harriette was the most schemeful woman she had ever met. On the surface, she was the most loving, endearing girl that everyone adored. In reality, she was malicious, cold, and cruel. Naturally, she had a talent for putting on a facade as she had never given away any clues.

Anastasia took a deep breath. "Are you here to mock me?"

"Yes. Not only am I here to mock you, but I'm also contemplating how I'll kick you out of the Young family." Harriette was honest.

Anastasia's face dimmed. "Aren't you afraid everyone will see the real you? Especially Miles?"

"Afraid? Oh no! Are you planning to tattle on me?" Harriette jeered. Then, she smiled smugly. "He went to the sanctuary. There's no one else here. Do you think he'll believe what you say about me?"

Negative! Anastasia knew Miles' love

for Harriette all too well. Perhaps even if he found out about her true colors, he would still love and eare for her. That was a result of their long-standing friendship.

Not to mention, Harriette's damaged voice was a constant reminder to him of how much hardship she went through and how much she deserved his empathy.

Anastasia knew better than to fight Harriette. "I won't tattle on you. Harriette, let's... talk it out." She looked at Harriette.

Her humility undoubtedly caught Harriette by surprise. However, she chuckled coldly. "Talk it out? Aren't you supposed to beg for forgiveness?"

Indeed, making peace and asking for forgiveness were vastly different concepts, but Anastasia didn't mind it.

"Forgive me, please. I was never your worthy opponent since the beginning of time," she said self-deprecatingly.

Her words rendered Harriette

stunned. According to Lizzie's

information; the real Harriette was a bright and charming girl, without even the slightest dirt. Yet, it seemed that Anastasia had witnessed the true, imperfect Harriette.

Still, was that half-hearted apology considered pleading for forgiveness?

"If you're begging for my forgiveness, shouldn't you at least act like it?" Harriette raised her chin.

When their eyes met, Anastasia instantly understood her meaning. She wanted her to get on her knees and beg... Clenching her fists, she decided to yield under Harriette's frosty gaze.