Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 225 Follow That

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Ernest walked into the room with graceful ease, Linda’s hand resting lightly in his arm. But the moment his eyes lifted toward the person waiting inside, his steps slowed.

His brows knitted together, his gaze narrowing slightly.

Her?

Linda’s reaction was far less composed. “You?”

Elissa straightened instinctively, hands clasped neatly in front of her, though there was a trace of nervousness in her posture. “Hello, Mr. Flynn. Hello, Miss Harris.”

To be honest, when she first submitted her design, it had been more of a hopeful gesture than a serious expectation.

She hadn’t actually thought she would be chosen. Yet, here she was. Standing before the couple right now. Elissa’s lips pressed together, the weight of past conflict settling over her. She had once offended Linda. And now she was here, presenting herself as the designer for her wedding dress.

Linda’s gaze lingered on Elissa, a flicker of unease in her expression. Why did it have to be her?

“What’s the matter?” Ernest’s voice broke through the tension, his sharp eyes flicking to Linda.

Ernest was fully aware of the history between the two women.

And truth be told, he didn’t particularly want to deal with Elissa either.

Without hesitation, he tightened his hold on Linda’s hand and spoke with quiet finality. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can always choose another designer.”

With those words, he shut Elissa out completely–before the conversation had even begun. The dismissal was blunt. Absolute.

Elissa’s smile faltered, the warmth in her expression cooling. She had expected this. It seemed her efforts had been for nothing after all.

She forced a small, humorless chuckle. “If Mr. Flynn insists, then I won’t overstay my welcome.”

With a quiet nod, she reached for her bag, ready to leave.

“Wait!” Linda hesitated for a beat, and then exhaled. “We’ve had our differences, but I don’t mix business with personal matters. I chose your design because I liked it, so let’s move forward professionally. Consider this a collaboration–let’s leave the past where it belongs. Is that alright?”

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“Of course-” A flicker of relief crossed Elissa’s face, her eyes brightening as she prepared to answer.

“Linda, please.”

Ernest’s voice cut in, cool and measured. “A wedding dress is an important thing. It’s not just about the design. -it requires countless discussions for details and fittings in the days that follow. You don’t have to work with. someone you’re not comfortable with. Don’t force yourself–there are plenty of talented designers out there.”

Elissa’s breath hitched.

unspoken words hung

Linda herself didn’t mind, yet he was the

pleased with his

know you’re just looking out for me, but I really like

held a note of hesitation. “I just don’t want anything ruining your mood. A wedding should be a happy

spoils me this much, how could I possibly

long as you love me, I don’t care

defeat, “You really like her design that much?”

so.” Ernest had no choice but to relent. “We’ll do as

you’re the

Linda placed a quick kiss on his cheek, her

feeling

to do was bat her lashes, pout a little, and he

wanted, he’d make sure she got

“Elissa!”

to attention at the

Forcing a bright smile, she met Linda’s gaze. “Miss Harris, if there’s anything you need, just let me know.” Linda chuckled, amused. “I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor.” Then, with a graceful nod, she added, “Let’s put the past behind us. I’ll trust you

generous! I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re

look forward to seeing what

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frown slightly. Who would’ve thought Elissa had this side to

it nicely, she was adaptable.

put it bluntly… she was a

she had managed to get

night at

alone. As she stepped inside, she noticed

to her earlier when he felt warm, absentmindedly passing it off without a

bed, intending to return it to his

as she moved, something small

Huh?

instinctively reached into the inner pocket, and she pulled out a

Sleek. Elegant. Expensive–looking.

A necklace? A bracelet?

peace offering for dragging her

got the better of

the lid–only to be met with… A pair of

Why would he get her hair

lifted one and held it against her hair, studying her reflection in

delicate, cutesy type. Hair clips like these? They didn’t suit her at

back into the box, closed the lid, and

of which she had never