Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"I'm the one who called you here. You can leave now," Kelly said. She spoke in a way reminiscent of "Harriette's" style.

The men exchanged glances and suddenly laughed. "What is she talking about?"

"Did she tell us to leave?"

"Miss, we'll listen to you. We're leaving, but we want you to come with us!"

As they were talking, two of the men burst into laughter and grabbed Kelly by the arms, one on each side, easily lifting her up.

Chelsea suddenly came to her senses and exclaimed, "Kelly! What are you doing? Let her go!"

She tried to intervene, but someone kicked her away.

Kelly was panicking. She struggled fiercely and commanded once more, "Didn't

you hear me? I'm the one who called you. Let me go!"

The men didn't believe her and just thought she was being cunning.

One of them sneered and said, "Don't bother trying to deceive us. Do you think we are that easy to fool? If we fall for your trick, how are we supposed to get by?"

"Let's go."

Two people held Kelly by the arms, while another two grabbed her by the ankles. "Ah!" Kelly let out a scream as the four people carried her away like livestock.

Kelly was in a panic now. "Put me down! I'm really the one who called you here. Someone among you should recognize my voice. That's right! Listen to my voice!"

Her voice was hoarse and was unique.

She had called one of them just now, so they should be able to recognize her voice.

Kelly was full of anticipation, but then she saw the others glance at one person among them. That person just smiled nonchalantly and said, "Of course I recognize it. The voice on the phone was so pleasant, and you... Tsk!"

The person looked disdainful and said, "Your voice is indeed a bit unpleasant, but at worst, we'll just have to put up with it a little."

A sly laugh echoed through the night.

Kelly felt like she had been plunged into an icy ocean upon hearing that.

She couldn't stop replaying what the men had just said in her mind. The voice on the phone was really pleasant to listen to...

She didn't call these people here!

If it wasn't her who invited them, then who was it? Was it Rose?

Kelly didn't have time to think too much. At that moment, there was only one thought in her mind-she couldn't let them take her away. She already knew what would happen if they did.

She struggled with all her might, yet she couldn't move it at all.

She was being carried farther and farther away when she thought of Chelsea.

Kelly turned her head as far as she could. She was just barely able to see Chelsea running in her direction. It was as if she had seen a savior. "Mom! Mom! Save me! Save me!"

"Kelly! Let her go! Whatever you want, take me instead. I'm willing to do anything..."

Chelsea pleaded, but all she got in return was disdain from those people.

"You? Ha! Forget about it."

Chelsea watched helplessly as the group of men threw Kelly into a black MPV, which then sped away.

Chelsea collapsed to the ground, her face full of despair. "Kelly..."

What should she do now? How could she save Kelly?

Chelsea struggled to get up when suddenly, a piercing sound of a car speeding came from behind. She turned around, and the intense lights caused her to fall back to the ground.

She was terrified, thinking the car was about to hit her. When faced with the intense headlights, she even closed her eyes.

But the anticipated collision and pain didn't occur. It seemed the car had stopped.

Still shaken up, Chelsea heard the sound of high heels click-clacking nearby. It grew closer until a woman's voice came from above her, asking, "Do you need any help?"

Did she need help?

Chelsea immediately thought of Kelly, who had been taken away. She definitely needed help!

"I need it. I need..." Chelsea opened her eyes urgently, but when she saw the person in front of her, she froze, completely forgetting what she was about to say.

The person in front of her smiled and asked again, "What do you need my help with?"

As the woman spoke, she reached out a hand toward Chelsea, trying to help hernoveldrama

up.

But Chelsea was too afraid to touch that hand.

Almost immediately, she hurriedly lowered her head, saying, "No. I'm fine now. It's fine."

Chelsea's gaze flickered as she stood up. Her mind was blank.

After falling several times just now, she felt pain in many places, but she pushed through and continued walking, getting faster and faster. She even forgot that Kelly was

waiting to be saved.

She gave up the chance to call for help, not because of anything else, but

because of that person...

It was so similar! It really was too similar!

Celeste! She looked so much like Celeste!

She looked just like Celeste with no

noticeable difference. However, the Celeste she remembered was beautiful, artistic, elegant, and

poised. In contrast, the person she

just saw had an indescribable fierceness about her.

How could that be? Celeste was dead. She died a long time ago in that car

accident. Chelsea even witnessed her cremation.

Chelsea suddenly seemed to recall something.

That year, when Celeste was pulled out of the water, her injuries were extremely

severe, especially on her face. It made her almost unrecognizable.

Jamie identified Celeste's body at the police station by the jewelry she was wearing.

After that, she was cremated.

Could it be that the person back then wasn't actually Celeste?

The thought lingered in Chelsea's mind, leaving her feeling completely confused.

The sound of a car came from

behind her once more, quickly

catching up to her. The car stopped,

and the woman inside asked her again, "Do you really not need any help?"

"No, no..." Chelsea was too afraid to look at her, so she just kept shaking her

head and quickened her pace.

The car beside her easily caught up and maintained the same speed as she did.

"If you need any help, just let me know. After all, we're old friends."

The woman's voice sounded gentle, and when accompanied by the night breeze,

it was very pleasant to listen to.

But Chelsea stopped breathing for a moment. It took her quite a while to catch her breath. An old friend...

It was Celeste! It had to be Celeste!

Chelsea was covered in sweat, and her footsteps were quickening, but the car kept following her.

The person in the car acted like she was catching up with an old friend she hadn't seen in years and was having an unexpected reunion.

"It seems like you don't want to see me. As for Jamie, does he know that it was you who tampered with the car?" the woman asked.

The woman gripped the steering wheel, and a sarcastic appeared on her beautiful face. "How ridiculous! You're using the same tactics on him again."

Chelsea felt her scalp tingle. She even knew about this?

"I wasn't around, and you bullied her..." The woman appeared to have thought of someone. Her gaze softened, but her voice was almost icy with reproach. Chelsea immediately understood that the "Her" being referred to was Rose.

Chelsea swallowed nervously.

She felt an instinctive fear toward the person at that moment.

She bullied Rose, and Kelly bullied Rose as well. These were the facts. Celeste

was now back—would she seek revenge for her daughter? What was she going to do?

The overwhelming mental pressure that was building up within Chelsea suddenly snapped like a taut string breaking.

Chelsea, who had been running, suddenly came to a stop. At the same moment, the car beside her also came to a halt.