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

Chapter 829:

“Ah!” Robin’s scream echoed through the house.

Ernest didn’t even look back. He simply tightened his hold on Elissa and continued walking.

Quentin, alarmed, hurried after him. “Sir—your leg! Are you alright?” That kick came from deep fury—and Ernest didn’t hold back.

“I’m okay,” Ernest replied flatly, shaking his head.

The only thing worth worrying about now… was Robin’s manhood.

In the car, Ernest kept Elissa close, never loosening his hold. She rested limply against him, and he sat rigid—tense, uncertain, almost afraid to breathe.

At first, she was still. Peaceful, even.

suddenly, as if trapped in a bad dream, she began to cry. The sound was soft—barely more than

completely at a

supposed

hesitation, he awkwardly lifted a hand

As if… that

her cheek. “So easy to calm?” he murmured, puzzled. Then, he paused to take a deep breath. “This…

any of this to happen, but the

face, the faint lines of another emerged in his mind. There

chapters on

the studio—and spotted Eric waiting outside. He had clearly been there

to the hospital, got her patched up. She’s back

blinked, caught off guard. “Ernest is always so thoughtful.

respond. His silence stretched,

His eyes narrowed slightly, shadows playing over his striking features under the low

to Laventown tomorrow. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be back in a week.