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

eyes, his voice booming toward the

back, and

was still far from fully healed, each movement a

“Elissa…” he whispered.

Elissa shrieked, a 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!”

Ernest saw it—a jagged shard of

clock she’d smashed earlier,

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: g․𝗮𝗅𝗇․𝗈ν․𝖊．𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈．𝗆

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

her fingers, landing with a soft clink as her body gave

a grunt of effort, he caught

struck the side of her neck—swift and precise. It was the only way to stop her before she hurt herself. There

wrapping it securely around Elissa’s unconscious form. Then, frowning,

stairs and rushed to meet him. “Please—let