Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 458 Don't Forget To Save"Of course, you may leave, but it would be inappropriate for you to leave dressed like this. Please understand it wasn't my intention to have you all wear these gowns," Jack explained earnestly, seeking her understanding. The woman had no idea what she was supposed to understand, nor did she want to speculate. All she wanted was to escape. Nodding quickly to appease him, she showed her willingness to comply. Jack looked at her with what seemed like genuine concern. "I'll have someone take you to change your clothes." While she was scared to stay, she couldn't walk out wearing the skimpy outfit that barely covered her. Her clothes were still in the dressing room.

"Alright," she agreed.

Jack's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as soon as she accepted the offer. He wasted no tand immediately arranged for her departure before turning his attention back to the stage.

As he turned back toward the stage, Rose quickly hid behind a tree, using it as cover. She watched Jack standing in the spotlight on the stage, his smile sending chills down her spine.

"It's your turn," Jack announced, spreading his arms wide toward the darkness surrounding the stage, "Enjoy your meal." The women were the "meal" for the night.

Following Jack's declaration, several men emerged from the shadows beneath the stage, their faces filled with unmasked excitement.

Though Rose recognized none of them, she could guess their intentions toward the women were far from innocent.

"Thank you, Mr. Finch." "We appreciate your hospitality, Mr. Finch." The men approached Jack, exchanging handshakes and greetings as if beginning a ceremonial ritual before entering the villa.

The last man noticed Jack standing motionless on the stage for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Finch, aren't you joining us? That 'Daisy' you've chosen seems intriguing." "Daisy" was the nicknfor the last woman who remained.

"You go ahead," Jack replied calmly.

Once everyone had left, Jack pulled out a necklace from his pocket. "Yvonne..." Jack's face wore a disconcerting smile as he murmured Yvonne's name. Even from a distance, Rose could clearly see the necklace in his hand.

Almost instinctively, she touched her neck, where an identical necklace hung. She was sure the one in Jack's hand belonged to Yvonne.

Rose clenched her teeth. From Jack's demeanor and the necklace, she could almost piece together the story between him and Yvonne. It was clear that Yvonne had becJack's prey.

As these thoughts coalesced in her mind, Rose watched Jack tighten his grip on the necklace, smiling eerily as he stepped off the stage.

Rose snapped back to her senses and turned her attention to the villa. Determination surged within her, and she clenched her fists tightly.

She wondered how she could avenge Yvonne. That night was an opportunity she couldn't afford to miss. After pondering for a while, she quietly entered the villa, avoiding the helpers.

At the staircase, she heard a voice from upstairs saying, "Mr. Finch has instructed everyone to go to bed early tonight. No matter what you hear, do not cout, lest you disturb the guests' enjoyment." Most of the helpers in the villa were trusted by Jack and were well aware of his peculiarities. With such a large gathering that night, they knew better than to pry into things they shouldn't see or hear. It was best to return to their rooms and retire early.

As the helpers made their way downstairs, Rose hid behind a wall. Once they were gone, she proceeded upstairs, only to hear one of them ask, "Where's Yael?" Yael was one of the helpers.

"Yael is in Mr. Finch's room, waiting for him to finish his bath. He knows to cdown once he's done. Don't worry. He knows the rules," someone answered. "Jack is in his room?" Rose mused.

She reached the second floor, where over a dozen rooms lined the sides of the left corridor alone. The entire second floor was eerily silent.

Rose moved quietly, noticing a fresh flower hung on the wall outside each room-red rose, white jasmine, and lilies.

Every flower corresponded to the ones worn by the women on stage earlier. She immediately understood Jack and his friends' twisted gfor the night.

Rose wondered which room Jack would enter among so many. Just then, she thought of the last woman who was about to leave.

She quickly searched and found a small daisy hanging on the wall of the very last room at the end of the corridor. She knew this was Jack's choice for the night.

She tried the doorknob, and the door opened with a gentle turn. She peered into the dark room before noting that Jack was not there yet.

Entering quietly, she heard a weak female voice in the darkness. "Who are you? I want to leave." Rose recognized the voice as the woman wearing a daisy from the stage earlier. Moving closer, she used her phone's light to illuminate the room, revealing the woman lying on the bed, struggling to move but unable to do So.

"They drugged you," she stated firmly.

Upon seeing Rose, the woman was visibly surprised. Then, she seemed to recognize Rose, You're Yvonne's friend!"med, recalling seeing Rose with Yvonne at the celebration party. "But what she's doing here?" Before the woman could ponder further, Rose moved closer. "Jack isn't a good person. If you have any intentions toward him, I suggest you abandon them." "I know he isn't, but right now..." The woman's eyes were filled with helplessness. She looked at Rose pleadingly. "You can save me, car you?" "If you need my help, I'll do my best," Rose promised. However, she had her own tasks to accomplish first.

Rose helped the woman up, but her body was too weak to even stand.

She could only lean on Rose as they fa stopped in front of a closet. Them woman didn't know what Rose was planning, but she could tell there was no malice. "I need you to stay in this closet for a while," Rose instructed. "No matter what you hear, don't make a sound. If you do..." Rose glanced at the woman, her words trailing off. She believed the woman wouldn't make sound, but she couldn't

afford to take any risks. Before closing the closet door, Rose rolled a piece of clothing into a ball and stuffed it into the woman's mouth to muffle any potential noises. The panic in the woman's eyes made Rose hesitate, and she softly reassured her, "Don't be afraid. I won't harm you." The woman's frightened gaze gradually calmed. As the closet door closed, she looked at Rose with urgency as if saying, "Don't forget! Don't forget to save me!"