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

toward the doorway. “No one steps foot in

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

was still far from fully healed, each movement

“Elissa…” he whispered.

trembling violently, her eyes wild with terror. “Don’t come any closer! I told you not to!” In a

it—a jagged shard of glass

from the broken clock she’d smashed earlier,

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me dead, don’t you? Well then—no need to get your hands dirty.

Her grip slackened. The shard slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft clink as her body gave out

grunt of effort,

side of her neck—swift and precise. It was the only way to stop her before she hurt herself. There had been no other

the blanket from the bed, wrapping it securely around Elissa’s unconscious form. Then, frowning, he lifted her into his

Quentin appeared at the top of the stairs and rushed to meet him. “Please—let