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

Chapter 590:

Everything else could wait—she’d deal with events as they unfolded.

Meanwhile, at Flynn Mansion.

After breakfast, Quentin helped Emest, who was leaning on a cane, into the study.

Lately, he had been trying to move around without the wheelchair. Thanks to his physical therapy, he could now shuffle around with a cane, though his pace remained slow.

“Speak.”

Ernest settled into the sofa, placing the cane beside him. He had sensed Quentin had something important to convey since entering the house.

He had held his tongue in front of Nyla earlier, trying not to worry her.

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.” Quentin instinctively lowered his voice, as if the very act of speaking louder would shatter the fragile atmosphere. “Do you know who hurt Miss Harris?”

A shadow danced in his words, hinting at deeper currents beneath the surface.

frowned, grappling with the impossible task of reading

he supposed to pull a name from thin

“Someone I know?”

nodded, his expression grave.

“Elissa?”

hit Ernest like

clenching tightly on his thigh as a wave of realization washed

grew

𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖆: gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍿ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Quentin, sensing the weight of the moment, dared

eternity, Ernest furrowed his brow and finally spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

lips,

At Silver Villas,

trembling slightly before she

“Come in.”

immediately, the door swung open, and Eric’s voice echoed through the intercom, as if he had been standing just on the other side, waiting

exhaled slowly and