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Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 397
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Chapter 396 Not His Type Ezra leaned against the wall, looking amused as he crossed his arms. He and Yara had never met, but each knew who the other was courtesy of their profession.

Ezra was the most handsman in the entertainment industry with countless female fans. In the past, Yara would have found a way to stir up a potential romance with him for the sake of publicity. However, she had set her sights on Jonathan, who stood at the top of the social food chain and ruled the Finch family. She couldn't be bothered with lesser men like Ezra.

She had caught the wicked amusement in Ezra's eyes and knew that he'd heard everything she said. But that didn't matter. She looked away from him, rolling her eyes as she did.

Jonathan was somewhere on this floor. He did not like red, but she doubted even he could resist the allure of seeing a woman in white. She couldn't wait to see him, and in her eagerness, she made her way toward the office.

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She had taken only a few steps when she heard a lazy male voice drawl, "Jonathan won't like you." He sounded like he knew Jonathan's preferences.

Yara stopped and turned to give Ezra an incredulous look. "What did you just say?" He repeated insouciantly, "Jonathan won't like you." Then, he unabashedly scanned her from head to toe. "You're not his type." A dark shadow passed over Yara's face. She didn't want to waste her ton someone irrelevant like Ezra. He was just sguy in entertainment. How would he know Jonathan's type and preferences? Still, she found herself asking, "What's his type then?" "His type?" Ezra immediately thought of Rose. "Someone refreshingly honest and who speaks her mind. You're not like that at all." He could tell from first glance that Yara was pretentious. He shook his head in contempt and turned to head into the elevator.

"You-" Yara snarled as the elevator doors closed after Ezra, grinding her teeth.

She was even more resolved to win Jonathan over. "The first thing I'll do once I becMrs. Finch is to have you banned from the industry, Ezra! Hmmph!" She was full of confidence as she paraded around the office, but Jonathan was nowhere to be found. She did not so much as catch a glimpse of him even as the sky darkened outside.

She stopped the employee who was last to leave and asked, "Where's Mr. Finch?" The employee stared at her in puzzlement. "He... left a long while ago!" Jonathan, the new person in charge of Rise Entertainment, had only dropped by for a few minutes before leaving. Yara had missed him.

She stomped her foot angrily and left the office. When she returned to I.n the car, she immediately asked Kate about how her pictures with Jonathan were faring online. She was sure the pictures would have spread across the inteby now.

However, Kate looked hesitant. Under Yara's demanding gaze, she held out her phone reluctantly.

Yara thought she would see a picture of her and Jonathan, but the only picture that had been published online was the one where she got out of the car.

She frowned and scrolled down to see if there were other snapshots, but all the reporters she had hired only took shots of her alone.

Yara called one of the reporters immediately and demanded sharply, "Where are Jonathan's pictures?" "Jonathan?" The reporter sounded like he was slowly remembering this. "Oh, you mean Mr. Finch? What do you mean by his pictures?" He was obviously playing dumb.

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Yara seethed as she hung up and called another reporter. She asked the squestion, only for the reporter to feign cluelessness as well.

"I didn't see Mr. Finch at all, Ms.

Maize. I only saw you getting out of the car Didn't you ask us to out at Young Industrial Park fatto so we could take your pictures?" Rage boiled within Yara. The reporters dared not tell her that they couldn't and wouldn't cross

Jonathan, not without risking their necks. As such, they chose to get on her bad side instead.

She gritted her teeth. The turn of events only spurred her need to Win Jonathan over.

At that moment, Yara's phone rang with a call from an unknown number. She wanted to reject the call but accepted it after sthought. She asked impatiently, "Who is this?" X