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.

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

to say thank

A beat passed.

slightly, unreadable as always. Then, in that familiar, clipped

his footsteps echoed softly… until it faded. Elissa stood still,

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

faint smile.

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hand extended. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her. “Let’s go home,” he said warmly, lacing his

quickly became stifling. Hadley suddenly pressed a hand over her mouth, her face

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

gave a faint nod, unable to speak as nausea swelled inside her. Panic flickered across Eric’s face. There was no trash can, no bag—nothing. And the

he blurted, thrusting it forward without

her head frantically,