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

Chapter 831:

Without a word, Ernest gestured to Quentin. “Go make the necessary arrangements…”

“Miss Holland?” Quentin approached with a calm, reassuring tone. “No need to worry. Miss Pearson couldn’t make it tonight, but we’ve arranged for a caregiver to stay with you. Everything’s been taken care of.”

“Alright,” Elissa said softly, nodding as she rose to her feet. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Please, try to get some rest.”

Quentin then turned to Ernest. “Mr. Flynn, we’re ready to go.”

“Good.” Ernest gave a brief nod and started to follow.

“Mr. Flynn!” The sudden call made him stop in his tracks.

He turned, meeting her gaze. Once again, he just stood staring at her silently.

could feel his presence—steady, unmistakable—filling the space around her like a quiet force. She opened her

say thank you.

A beat passed.

in that familiar, clipped tone, he replied, “Alright.” Without another word, he

his footsteps echoed softly… until it faded. Elissa stood still, the emptiness settling in like a quiet ache. He

approached. “Miss Holland, I’ll be staying with you tonight. Please don’t hesitate to tell me

faint smile.

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out of the dressing room, Eric was already there, waiting with a bright smile and his hand extended. His eyes

suddenly pressed a hand over her mouth,

you alright?” He placed a steadying hand on her back. “Do you feel

nausea swelled inside her. Panic flickered across Eric’s face. There was no trash can, no bag—nothing. And the

on my hand!” he blurted, thrusting

shook her head