Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 444 Please Help Him "The third floor!" The hallway to the third floor of the gallery was locked. Miles had asked the staff about it but was told that was where Cyrus stored his important items. As such, it was not open to the public year-round. They had also assured him nobody was on the third floor. Without a second thought, Jonathan dashed toward that floor.

All the hallways on the third floor were equipped with high-tech digital locks. Since this gallery belonged to Cyrus, Jonathan glanced at Leonard, who was following behind, and tacitly communicated what he needed. Immediately, Leonard fished out his phone and dialed a number.

Downstairs, everybody remained stunned in place. When a phone rang, the crowd simultaneously looked toward Cyrus, who wore a gloomy expression.

When he looked at his phone, he furrowed his brows. The ringtone continued echoing throughout the gallery, creating an eerie atmosphere. After stime, he finally answered the call.

On the other side of the call, a cold voice sounded. "Givethe password!" Jonathan was referring to the password to access the third floor.

Despite being in the sbuilding, the father and son would only communicate through phone calls. Without receiving an answer, Jonathan piped up again.

"If you wish to stay in Regalia, givethe password now!" He had millions of ways to banish his father from the city.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he smiled. "All for a woman?" He couldn't believe his son would threaten him over a woman. Was it Rose? He vaguely heard her nearlier and thought it sounded familiar, but...

"She's not up there!" Why would this woman he was looking for be on the floor locked all year round? Jonathan locked eyes with Miles and cto a tacit agreement. No matter what, they needed to find out themselves! "Givethe password!" Jonathan raised his voice as if issuing his final ultimatum.

The atmosphere on both floors remained eerily quiet. For almost a minute, the two didn't respond to each other. Lizzie, who was standing beside Cyrus, could vaguely hear their conversation. "Reluctant" to watch them at a stalemate and affect their relationship, she quickly intervened to help.

"Let's just unlock the third floor if that's what Jon wants." Sensing his lack of movement, she added, "You don't have to go. I'll do it." That was another way of saying he could unlock the floor without conceding to Jonathan.

All these years, Lizzie had always been the mediator between the two whenever things like this happened. Looking at her back, Cyrus could feel his heart soften. His son had always harbored animosity toward her. Afraid that Jonathan would lash out at her, he quickly followed suit.

On the third floor, Jonathan spared Lizzie a cold glance before averting his gaze. Despite facing his hostility, she was immune to it and even wore a smile. "Letdo it, Jon." She was just about to step forward when Cyrus shielded her. "Stay there. I'll do it." He was extremely gentle toward his wife.

After glancing at Jonathan, Cyrus walked to the door and scanned his fingerprint. The moment the door unlocked, Jonathan and Miles dashed through the hallways. Though they were clearly anxious, Cyrus also beccurious about Rose. "Cyrus, I don't think this is a good idea. The stuff up there..." Lizzie discarded her composure from earlier and suddenly displayed hints of worry. Cyrus naturally understood her intent.

"It's my fault. If they get to that room and see..." She trailed off as Cyrus had already gone to the third floor without her.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Looking at his frantic shadow, she knew he hadn't forgotten about an important detail.

Not only did the third floor store important paintings, but it also consisted of a sealed room that had been left untouched for a long time. Not wanting to miss anything, she rushed behind Cyrus.

The third floor consisted of many rooms, thanks to the large gallery. Jonathan, Miles, and Leonard searched the rooms while screaming Rose's name. However, it was futile.

Meanwhile, Cyrus and Lizzie stood at a spot in one of the hallways. When the tarrived, Cyrus blocked their paths.

Glancing at his father, Jonathan realized the rooms behind Cyrus were the only ones left unsearched. His worry intensified, and he wanted to find Rose immediately.

Ignoring Cyrus, Jonathan marched forward but was soon halted by his father. The duo locked eyes, then cCyrus' firm tone.

"Any rooms but these!" Jonathan couldn't care less about the reason. All he wanted was to confirm Rose's presence. "Scram!" The two reached a stalemate again, and the air was particularly eerie.

"Jon, there's no way Ms. Shaffer is in there. Listen to your dad..." Lizzie wanted to advise him but stopped when Jonathan's harsh gaze swept over her. His already enraged state made him ignore their resistance and shove Cyrus away.

The stumbling Cyrus turned furious. "Stand right there, Jonathan!" Jonathan paid no heed to him and continued searching each room. As he was about to arrive at the last room, Cyrus rushed forward swnl attempting to stop him but was too late. Jonathan had opened the door.

The room was pitch-black with a slither of red light bleeding through. Cyrus could feel his heart drop.

Unbeknownst to the rest, Lizzie curled her lips into a sinister smile.

"Is Rose dead? Has Mad Ezra gotten to her?" she wondered.

Despite being eager to know the outcome, she had to put on a show. "Why are the Nights on?" she exclaimed with feigned surprise. Perhaps someone was inside since the lights were on! Her words instantly pulled everyone's attention back.

"Rose." "Rosie."

Two voices rang out in unison, and they barged into the red-lit darkroom. Their hearts clenched in suspense as a sense of foreboding enveloped them. Leonard followed behind them and turned on the main lights.

Inside the red-lit darkroom, Rose turned around and saw the incoming men as her life saviors. After Om struggling to get up, she lunged at the two and grabbed them tightly. "Jon, save him. Miles, please save him..." X