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!”

The housekeeper shouted, voice spiking

cane, hastened over. From a distance, he

“Mr. Flynn?”

the housekeeper’s call, Elissa quickly looked up—even though

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 whore! Flirting with another man right

tore from his throat. He bent over, clutching his stomach in

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

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and pain

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

the one keeping her now? You’ve got some

Ernest slammed a foot into Robin’s stomach

into the wall. He collapsed with a groan, winded and

writhe in pain, Ernest felt satisfied. Anyone who dared