Zac nonchalantly agreed before hanging up the phone. As Jonathan sat on the couch in front of a stack of cash, his face darkened. Standing by the doorway, Finley dared not make a sound.Half an hour later, Zac arrived."Jonathan, you're quite impolite, not even answering my call. No wonder the little beauty …"His voice reached them even before he stepped inside the room. As he mentioned the "little beauty", Finley immediately stuck his head out and signaled with his eyes for him to hush. Zac was puzzled.As he entered, he saw Jonathan sitting before a stack of cash and scrutinizing it seriously. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow."Since when did the dignified Mr. Finch develop an interest in money? Isn't Finch Group's wealth sufficient? Are you trying to stimulate your desire for more money by gazing at cash like this?"Without paying attention to Finley, who was making frantic gestures at him, Zac casually took a seat on the couch beside Jonathan. When his gaze fell on the

"Ah …"If it weren't for the wall in front of her, Kelly would have undoubtedly fallen flat on her face. Behind her, the door slammed shut. She couldn't fathom why the effects of the drug in Jonathan's body seemed to have taken hold. Furthermore, he had mistaken her as Rose, hadn't he?She had no idea how things could go like this. Gritting her teeth, she stomped her foot vehemently as she looked at the closed door.Inside the room, Jonathan was leaning against the door. He realized that the sensations in his body weren't simply the result of intoxication.The heat coursing through his body was reminiscent of that night with Rose. Had he been drugged? Thinking about the woman, his eyes landed on the wine bottle on the table, solidifying his suspicions."Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.Then, he entered the bathroom, intending to cool down his fiery sensations with cold water. Meanwhile, at Zenwood Gardens, Rose was busy packing her belongings.She had handed the divorce a

Joanthan's eyes turned icy."How did she get here?"Apart from Rose, only Zac knew he was here. Zac hesitated, his confidence waning in the face of Jonathan's hidden anger."She had been looking for you, so I brought her here. After all, we're still friends."Jonathan furrowed his brows.Zac's heart skipped a beat as he continued, "I was originally coming up with her, but I received a phone call at the last minute, so I let her come up first. Is everything okay?"He glanced at the room and felt a sense of familiarity. Suddenly, he caught something, and his pupils widened."Last night … Who was it? Were you set up by someone? Which woman?"His gaze took on an accusatory tone as he continued, "Behaving recklessly like this after being drugged, how will you face your little beauty?"Jonathan knew he had misunderstood. He didn't want to explain, but his reproachful gaze seemed to genuinely favor Rose. His chilliness eased slightly."It's her."With that, he left the room. As he

Before he could finish his words, Jonathan gave him a cold look."We can talk about it tomorrow."He swiftly walked away. There could be nothing more important than delivering lunch to Rose,"But …"It would be too late to wait until tomorrow. Finley watched his joyful figure disappear and was left puzzled.He remembered that just last night, Jonathan was downcast and seemed heartbroken. He was in no mood for company.How was it possible that he had transformed so completely overnight? What had happened last night?He thought Rose was not that important to Jonathan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been released from the pain after falling out of love. As for the message he had just received …He contemplated it for a moment and decided to push it aside. At the same time, when Rose finished her work, it was 11:15 am. It was the perfect time for lunch.She quickly freshened up and picked up her bag before heading to the meeting room to meet Miles. Miles was driving, and the two of t

"Thank you, Mr. Young …"Rose's heart rate slowed as she quickly expressed her gratitude. Miles's smile was gentle."I've been calling you Rose, and you're still calling me Mr. Young. Isn't that a bit too formal?"Rose hesitated. If not Mr. Young, what should she call him? It wasn't polite for her to call him by his name."How about you call me Miles?"A hint of indulgence appeared in Miles's eyes."Alright, Miles."This title felt neither too formal nor too distant. Not far away, Jonathan had entered the amusement park as well. Watching the two of them chatting and laughing, his gaze was filled with murderous intent.Mr. Finch, who had once been ruthless when reorganizing the various branches of the Finches, found himself powerless when facing Rose.By his side, Finley didn't dare to breathe, fearing that he might unwittingly incur his wrath.At 5:00 pm, as he watched Rose and Miles leave the amusement park and get into the same car, he couldn't contain himself any longer. H