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.

scarcely clothed, her dignity hanging by a

averted his eyes, his voice booming toward the doorway. “No one steps foot in

turned back, and eased himself down to kneel

still far from fully healed, each

“Elissa…” he whispered.

the air. She clutched her ears, trembling violently, her eyes wild

it—a jagged shard of

broken clock she’d smashed earlier, now

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eyes burning with fury. “You want me dead, don’t you? Well then—no need to get your hands dirty. I’ll do it

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

a grunt of effort,

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

pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping it securely around Elissa’s unconscious form. Then,

the stairs and rushed to meet him.