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.

hung between them.

didn’t mind, yet he was the

was secretly pleased with

embrace, she smiled up at him. “I know you’re just looking out for me, but I really like her design.

“I just don’t want anything

me this much, how could I

curved with warmth, her smile soft. “As long as

in defeat, “You really like her design that

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

the best!”

quick

her gaze, feeling more than a little awkward.

Linda. All she had to do was bat her

matter what Linda wanted, he’d

“Elissa!”

the sound of

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

her ears. “Miss Harris, you’re truly generous! I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re the most beautiful bride in

forward to seeing what you make!”

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slightly. Who would’ve thought Elissa

it nicely, she was

was a bit

why she had managed to get

at

work, so Hadley retired to her old bedroom alone. As she stepped inside, she noticed

earlier when he felt warm, absentmindedly passing it off

intending to

she moved, something small pressed against her palm.

Huh?

inner pocket, and she pulled out a

Sleek. Elegant. Expensive–looking.

necklace? A bracelet? Had Eric… secretly bought

kind of peace offering for

better of her.

to be met with… A pair of Minnie Mouse hair

would he get her hair

against her hair, studying her reflection

cutesy type. Hair clips like these? They didn’t suit

into the box, closed the lid,

of fine jewelry–most of which she had never even worn.