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!”

shouted, voice spiking with urgency. “Mr.

cane, hastened over. From a distance, he saw Robin hauling Elissa along, her

“Mr. Flynn?”

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

Ernest’s, and something in

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

his throat. He bent over, clutching his

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

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face pale and pain twisting his features. “Who the hell

had spent years in a coma. Back when he held power in the Flynn family, Robin was still a clueless

pointed straight at Elissa. “So you’re the one keeping her now? You’ve got some nerve. A woman like her… she’d sleep

he could finish, Ernest slammed a foot into

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

Anyone who dared insult Locke’s mother was insulting Locke and, by