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

Chapter 927:

In her desperation and believing Hadley might possess some key to Eric’s recovery, Linda considered it a worthy effort.

Following the address, she found her way to the specified apartment building and immediately recognized a familiar vehicle parked outside. A black Cayenne.

She stepped closer and checked the plate—Ernest’s car, no doubt about it.

Linda allowed herself a small smile. It seemed she and Ernest were thinking along the same lines—both here for Eric’s sake.

This turn of events bolstered her confidence. With Ernest present, Hadley would surely feel more compelled to assist.

As Linda prepared to approach, the car door swung open, and Ernest emerged. Moments later, Hadley appeared, escorting Elissa from inside the building.

Linda halted, taken aback.

The woman with Hadley was Elissa? The one who had crafted her bridal gown?

presence raised questions. Why wasn’t she at her own residence, with her own

Something felt off.

appeared ill

Meanwhile…

gave him

door. Caught in her thoughts, Elissa noted, “He’s

Elissa,” Hadley advised as she assisted Elissa into

long, they were on their

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her mind swirling with bewilderment and curiosity. What exactly was happening? Why was Ernest behind the wheel, and to what destination were

Ernest truly only regarded Hadley as a sister, that the tortoiseshell hairpins did not belong to Hadley,

thoughts snapped to

was a

those tortoiseshell hairpins bore no label or

once consulted an expert about them, who remarked that they appeared to be handcrafted, their intricate

have created