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

Chapter 368:

“Heading out?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

Quentin offered an easy smile. “Yes. Goodbye, Miss Harris.”

“Goodbye.”

As he walked past her, Linda’s gaze lingered for a beat before she turned away, a frown forming between her brows. Why did Quentin keep coming here? What business did he have with Ernest—especially now?

In his current state, Ernest wasn’t in any condition to give orders. And yet, Quentin kept returning to report to him.

Had Ernest tasked him with something before falling unconscious?

Her mind whirled with questions as she ascended the stairs. Upon reaching Ernest’s room, she didn’t bother knocking. She pushed the door open.

“Ernest?”

a sharp, acrid scent

Burning.

“Ernest, what are you—”

her gaze landed on him, seated near an ashtray,

fingers—a small, card-like object curling at the edges

was unsteady, and in his haste to discard it, the fire licked dangerously

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“Careful!”

forward, instinctively grabbing his wrist before he could

you alright, Ernest? Did you

stiffened under her touch, but then shook his head, brushing off

his eyes flickered back to the ashtray. The card—whatever it had been—was

react, keeping her expression composed, as if

back earlier today,” she said smoothly. “How about a

and gave

still relied on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he could stand