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.

with the impossible task of reading

pull a name

“Someone I know?”

Quentin nodded, his expression grave. “It’s

“Elissa?”

realization hit Ernest like a

was momentarily paralyzed, his hand clenching tightly on his thigh as a wave of realization

air grew thick

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Quentin, sensing the weight of the moment, dared not

brow and finally spoke. “Get

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

Ernest’s lips, Quentin understood the

At Silver Villas,

hand trembling slightly before

“Come in.”

and Eric’s voice echoed through the intercom, as if he had been standing just on the

steadying breath, Hadley exhaled slowly and