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

Chapter 828:

“Yes, sir!”

Robin barely had a heartbeat to respond before he was slammed against the wall, pinned tight.

“Who the fuck are you? What’s your game?” Robin demanded.

Quentin didn’t spare him a glance, stepping aside with cool indifference to wait.

Moments later, Ernest strode in, his cane tapping the floor, his face carved from stone as he made a beeline for the second floor.

The master bedroom door yawned open, soft sobs spilling out into the hall.

Ernest’s features hardened as he crossed the threshold.

Guided by the sound of her sobs, he found Elissa huddled in the corner beside the bed.

was scarcely clothed, her dignity hanging by

his voice booming toward the doorway. “No

his cane aside, turned back, and eased himself down to kneel

was still far from fully healed,

“Elissa…” he whispered.

high-pitched cry splitting the air. She clutched her ears, trembling violently, her eyes wild with terror. “Don’t come any closer! I told you not to!” In

Ernest saw it—a jagged shard

clock she’d smashed earlier,

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“You want me dead, don’t you?

shard slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft clink

grunt of effort, he caught her.

of her neck—swift and precise. It was the only way to stop her before she

a heavy sigh, Ernest pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping it securely around Elissa’s unconscious

the stairs