Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 354 A Gift for Her Nixon narrowed his eyes, studying Rose as if attempting to read her motives. Just like Jonathan's inscrutable thoughts, Rose's intentions proved even more elusive.

"Go on." Nixon was interested. Unable to comprehend her, he hoped to extract sinformation from Rose to formulate educated guesses.

Furthermore, Rose had already consumed the water he provided. Now weakened, her body drained of blood, she appeared pale and defenseless. Even if she wanted to resist him, she lacked the strength. Nixon lowered his guard. So, when Rose spoke in a weak and low voice, Nixon leaned in closer to hear her.

"Do you know? Jonathan..." Rose frowned, her breath increasingly unstable, seemingly unable to contain the pain and dizziness.

Nixon was clearly intrigued, sensing that Rose was about to reveal Jonathan's weakness. However, he couldn't make out what she said next.

"What did you say?" Nixon leaned in again toward Rose.

Unbeknownst to him, Rose had discreetly tightened her grip on the piece of metal.

After a brief pause, Rose opened her mouth. Instead of speaking, she swiftly utilized her remaining strength to raise the piece of metal and forcefully thrust it toward Nixon.

A piercing scream resonated throughout the cabin. Nixon lowered his gaze, discovering the metal piece embedded in his calf. Glaring at Rose with a fierce expression, he slowly raised his head. "You bitch!" Rose tricked him! His anger surged amidst the intense pain. Determined, Nixon decided to make Rose suffer a fate worse than death, even though that meant he couldn't use her to get revenge on Jonathan. He had underestimated Rose.

Rage consumed Nixon upon realizing that Rose had it all planned out.

Rose pulled out the metal piece lodged in Nixon's leg, eliciting another wretched scream from him. In the next moment, the metal piece in Rose's hand struck his other foot. Refusing to be at Nixon's mercy, Rose had to save herself, and crippling his ability to walk seemed the best strategy.

With Nixon in pain, Rose had an opportunity. Rose calmly pulled out the metal piece from his other thigh, causing Nixon to scream again. His eyes had turned completely red.

Fueled by anger, Nixon attempted to grab Rose. However, Rose evaded his attack instinctively and retreated backward. Though Rose avoided his grasp, she failed to reclaim the only weapon that could protect her.

Nixon struggled to move forward, his legs in excruciating pain. He could only watch helplessly as Rose distanced herself.

"Ha... Hahaha... Uncle Jonathan was right. You truly are a wild stray cat! Did you capture his interest with those sharp claws of yours? No wonder Uncle Jonathan was interested in you. But after he won you over, he lost interest." Nixon seethed with fury.

He was a little satisfied when he saw Rose's eyes waver, seemingly shocked by his words. However, that shock proved short-lived.

Rose knew she had to escape. She was already weak, and stabbing Nixon drained even more of her strength. Nevertheless, she forced herself to stand and walked toward the ship's control room. She needed to get the boat back to the shore.

Nixon already saw through her plan. "Rose, do you think you can escape?" Nixon laughed maniacally and continued, "I didn't intend for this boat to return when I took it out. I've already destroyed the instruments in the control room. You won't be able to go back!" They couldn't go back? Rose paid heed to his words, refusing to believe that Nixon hadn't left himself an escape route.

Leaning against the cabin for support, she managed to exit the cabin and headed toward the ship's bow to reach the control room. Unbeknownst to her, the ruthlessness in Nixon's eyes intensified.

Rose entered the control room. She checked the instruments, and as Nixon had claimed, they indeed had been all destroyed. However, she refused to resign herself to fate. Despite her body failing her, she leaned against the wall, struggling not to lose consciousness.

The sea breeze intensified, and all that echoed in her ears were the whistling wind and the pounding waves.

After stime, someone called out to her. "Rose..." It sent shivers down Rose's spine.

It was Nixon. His voice, like that of a malevolent spirit, instantly put Rose on edge. Rose noticed Nixon sitting on a lifeboat beneath the ship as she stepped out of the control room.

When Nixon saw Rose, a smug grin appeared on his face. "Farewell. I'm tired of this game. Oh, by the way, I've left you two gifts!" Rose's intuition told her that Nixon's "gifts" were far from pleasant. She was right.

Nixon's voice continued, "Take a look behind you..." Rose turned around. She noticed a red stopwatch in the corner of the control room, counting down.

It was a bomb! The bomb was securely attached to the ship with a cable.

Rose's heart skipped a beat. Sensing her fear, Nixon laughed manically. The chilling laughter, carried by the sea breeze, echoed across the vast sea.

"This was originally prepared for Uncle Jonathan. I thought he would surely cto save you, so I prepared this gift for him. You said I can do whatever I want, and I wanted him to see you tumbling beneath me. But you went too far.

"Look, you've hurtto this extent, so I changed my plan. The gift is yours! It's a pity, though. Uncle Jonathan won't be able to see you being blown to pieces." Nixon laughed loudly as he rowed away in the lifeboat, gradually disappearing into the night.

"Tick... Tick... Tick..." The rhythmic countdown echoed in the control room.

One after another, the ticking continued, gradually instilling a sense of despair.

Yet, Rose suddenly smiled coldly, choosing to remain indifferent.

A wave of fatigue overwhelmed her.

The strength she had forced herself to muster earlier suddenly left hen body, making it even more difficult to stand. She let herself slide down against the cabin. In the dark night, the rhythmic ticking of the countdown resumed.

Rose, at spoint, closed her eyes.

It felt like a dream when she heard someone calling her name. "Rose!" She felt someone lifting her, and m there was a deafening explosion with En flames engulfing everything. Rose felt like she must've died from the explosion, and this dream was from her soul's perspective. That was probably why the dream was viewed from above, looking down at the sea and the raging fire.

She vaguely sensed that her soul was being lifted and ascending continuously. Just befære. el hero m consciousness sank into darkness, Rose let out a long sigh, silently grateful. She was accepted by the Heavens. After all, it seemed like she was ascending to heaven.

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