Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Henrietta turned and left after she spoke. But how could Rose feel at ease with letting her search for Carl alone? He was a dangerous person.

She had witnessed how dangerous and crazy he was that night. Now that everything he had done was revealed, he had even less qualms. If he hurt Henrietta again...

Once she thought of Miles, she immediately followed Henrietta. She tailed her and realized Henrietta was darting aimlessly through the corridors. She peered through the glass door of each room to check inside. Once she was sure the person inside wasn't Carl, she would move on to the next room.

Was that how she planned to find him? She had to go through the facility even if she wanted to see Carl. She would at least be able to guarantee her safety that way.

"Etta..." said Rose. She wanted to stop Henrietta so she could provide her information to the facility to meet Carl. However, just as she called out to Henrietta, she heard Henrietta's hoarse voice.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Carl!"

The next instant, Rose saw Henrietta take off, running in a certain direction. She looked where she was headed and saw him-it was Carl.

At that moment, Carl was being led out of a room under the supervision of several nurses. He instinctively looked over when he heard someone calling his name and was momentarily stunned when saw Henrietta rushing toward him. It seemed like he recognized her. Snapping back to reality, he shoved the nurses aside and bolted forward. Henrietta chased after him while Rose followed from behind.

Ever since the day Carl was taken from the Finch Manor, he had been locked in this psychiatric facility, enduring relentless psychological torment. As such, he was merely a shadow of the imposing figure he once was.

However, he was ultimately from the Azure Clan. Although he had been tormented relentlessly, outrunning a woman was easy for him.

Carl's expression had taken on an unsettling, manic edge. Perhaps it was due to the psychological torment he had received. He charged forward recklessly, yelling as he did so.

His yells were mixed with spine-chilling laughter. He crashed into countless people and objects along the way, stirring up chaos.

Rose almost fell over and collided with others during the chaos. However, she was assisted by others nearby each time or shielded from oncoming collisions. But Henrietta wasn't so lucky.

Amid the chaos, Henrietta fell twice, scraping her knees and even hitting her forehead once. The pain made her head ring, and she couldn't help but curse Carl silently.

God damn it, Carl. She wouldn't have chased after him if it weren't for the chaos and the acting. Hadn't Lizzie asked him to cooperate with her? His cooperation was getting her hurt. Finally, Henrietta chased Carl into an abandoned warehouse.

"Carl!" She deliberately slowed her pace. Those behind her, including Rose, had been left behind.

As she reached a spot inside, a hand suddenly shot out from behind her. It hooked around her neck and yanked her back roughly.

With her back pressed against a chest, Carl's voice could be heard in her ear. "You've got some nerve!"

His statement wasn't about her coming to the psychiatric facility. Instead, it was about how she had dared to manipulate Rose, the one cherished by Jonathan and the Xanth family. Henrietta didn't misunderstand what he meant. Her lips curled into a cold smirk. "Madam has given you your orders. Do you have what it takes?"

"Do I have what it takes?" he echoed. "What are you talking about?"

Carl caught a whiff of her perfume, and he closed his eyes, savoring it. He then leaned in and licked the back of her ear.

A shiver swept through her body, followed by boundless disgust. She didn't care what kind of relationship he had with Lizzie. To her, he was nothing but a bodyguard and an old mutt. How could he have the right to touch her?

However, he was very useful today. So, Henrietta forced herself to endure it and returned to the topic at hand. "Do you have what it takes to kill Rose, of course?" Carl did not respond.

Henrietta furrowed her brows. "Madam wants her dead, even more than I do. Everything I'm doing today is under her orders. You wouldn't go against her wishes, would you?"

She knew Carl's feelings for Lizzie

were deep based on the fact that he took responsibility for planning to murder the Young family heiress. He wouldn't go against Lizzie's wishes. He would even help her to his detriment.

Henrietta was right. But Carl still hadn't given her a clear response.

Carl heard the noise outside the warehouse grow closer. He gave her a meaningful smile and said, "It seems like it's time to see your acting skills."

With that, he pushed Henrietta out of the shadows into the line of sight of the people entering the place.

The moment Henrietta saw Rose, her acting skills kicked in. She gasped with a terrified look on her face. From her expression to her movements-her entire being seemed to scream terror.

After all, she was still a woman.

Even if her desire to confront the man who haunted her nightmares had been strong, now that she'd actually fallen into his hands, realization hit her. How could she not feel afraid when she was held hostage by him?

Amidst her fear, she looked at Rose as if she was her savior.

"Rose, save me... No..." She had just started to beg for help when she suddenly realized something and changed her mind. "Rose, you have to leave! Get out of here, and don't worry about me!" She was like a selfless sister who was unwilling to let those she cared about walk into a trap. Who wouldn't feel moved by her righteousness?

Carl, who held her hostage from behind, cooperated with her. Upon seeing Rose, he said immediately, "Ms. Shaffer? Heh. You're here too? Don't even think about leaving! You're not going anywhere!"

Rose frowned. She saw madness in Carl's eyes.

"Rose, leave! Don't listen to him. He's insane. I was wrong, Rose. I should have listened to you. I also shouldn't have wanted to see him. He's crazy. He's a crazy person!"

Henrietta's voice was hoarse as she screamed. It sounded grating.

Once she said that, Carl slapped the back of her head. "Shut up, you bitch!"

Henrietta's cry of pain wasn't an act. Carl knew they were putting on an act, but he didn't hold back at all.

She would have slapped him right back if it weren't for Rose and the others watching. However, the show had to go on.

Henrietta secretly clenched her teeth but kept up the pitiful and fearful look. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rose's furrowed brows. She looked extremely worried about her. After Carl hit her, he gripped her firmly so she couldn't struggle. He then looked at Rose. "Ms. Shaffer, are you worried about her?"

Rose frowned. She responded with a question instead. "What do you intend to do?"

The madness in Carl's eyes flared even brighter. Henrietta had been right about one thing earlier he was insane.

"Rose, go!" Henrietta's voice rang out again. Her hoarse voice made Rose's head throb.

Go? But how could she leave? Henrietta's warmth had never quite reached Rose's heart, but Henrietta was Miles's family. Besides...