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.

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

to say thank you. And…

A beat passed.

narrowed slightly, unreadable as always. Then, in that familiar, clipped tone, he replied, “Alright.” Without another word,

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

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

faint

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hand extended. His eyes

small, enclosed space quickly became stifling. Hadley suddenly pressed a hand

placed a steadying hand on her back. “Do

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

up on my hand!” he blurted, thrusting it

her head