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

Chapter 847:

“No!” Elissa cried, her eyes wide with dread. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“Sir, please stop!” The housekeeper, alarmed, barred the doorway. “She’s your wife, but that doesn’t give you the right to drag her off against her will!”

“Oh, really?” Robin shot a glance at the housekeeper. “Elissa, how impressive! You can even afford a servant now? Where’s the cash coming from?”

His mind flashed to the people who’d whisked her away last time, and resentment gnawed at him. That was exactly why he’d shown up today.

“Elissa, are you someone’s kept woman now? Tell me—who’s the guy? Cheating on me right out in the open? You’re leaving with me, like it or not!”

He clamped down harder, yanking her toward the door.

“NO!”

Holland!” The housekeeper shouted, voice spiking

distance, he saw Robin hauling Elissa along, her ashen

“Mr. Flynn?”

housekeeper’s call, Elissa quickly looked up—even though she couldn’t see

met Ernest’s, and something in that look

saw it too, and rage surged through him. He raised his hand and struck her hard across Elissa’s face. “You shameless

his throat. He bent over, clutching his stomach

same breath, he stepped forward, gripped Elissa’s wrist, and pulled her behind him.

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looked up, his face pale and pain

coma. Back when he held power in the Flynn family, Robin was still a clueless boy. Hence, Robin had no idea

one keeping her now? You’ve

he could finish, Ernest slammed a foot into

the kick sent him flying into the wall. He collapsed with a groan,

Ernest felt satisfied. Anyone who dared