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.

clothed, her dignity hanging by a

voice booming toward the doorway.

he cast his cane aside, turned back, and eased himself

was still far from fully healed, each movement a struggle—especially

“Elissa…” he whispered.

spoken when Elissa shrieked, a high-pitched cry splitting the air. She clutched her ears, trembling violently, her eyes

jagged shard

broken clock she’d smashed earlier, now clenched tight in

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fury. “You want me dead, don’t you? Well then—no need to get your hands

Her grip slackened. The shard slipped from her fingers, landing with a

of effort, he

precise. It was the only way to

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

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