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

Chapter 521:

The buzz-cut man lay sprawled on the floor, a crumpled, bloodied heap. His breath rattled, his swollen face barely recognizable.

“Speak! Where is my wife? What did you do to her? Where is she?”

“No, please…” The man’s body trembled, his battered frame wracked with pain. “I—I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Eric’s rage flared hot again, his muscles coiling as he readied for another strike—but Linda’s grip tightened.

“Then what do you know?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the room like steel. “Talk. Now.”

The man coughed, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “I’ll talk… I’ll talk…”

The buzz-cut man wheezed, gasping through the pain, his body trembling from the brutal beating.

“Don’t let her fool you—that woman is a menace! Even after I had her cornered, she smashed through the car window with a kick! She grabbed a glass shard—stabbed me with it!”

sleeve, revealing a mess of jagged

face,

your pathetic whining—I

know…” Still

gaze dropped to Linda, still clinging desperately to his waist. “Linda.” He locked eyes with her,

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bastard wouldn’t talk until he

pounded, but she didn’t waver. “I

know!” The man sobbed, his breath ragged. “She stabbed me and

“Eric!”

she looked up at his face. “I think he’s telling the truth.

understood, but his chest felt heavy. Where the hell could

had fought back with a glass shard, was she hurt,

eyes snapped open.

blinked through his swollen face,

want to die, tell me where she