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.

the impossible task of reading

supposed to pull a

“Someone I know?”

Quentin nodded, his expression

“Elissa?”

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fell silent, and Quentin, sensing the weight of

brow and finally spoke. “Get the car ready. We’re heading to the police station.

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

slipped from Ernest’s lips, Quentin understood the gravity

At Silver Villas,

lingered at the door, her hand trembling slightly before she

“Come in.”

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

exhaled slowly and