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

Chapter 928:

In fact, Ernest hadn’t snapped the picture of Hadley—it was aimed at the other woman… Elissa!

Linda couldn’t pinpoint Elissa’s exact position in the frame now, but she was convinced it was her—no doubt about it!

That professional sketching pencil only cemented her suspicion. The revelation jolted her. All this time, the person she’d been chasing had been right there, practically under her nose!

“Ernest, you’ve kept this buried deep, haven’t you?” she murmured.

At the hospital, the doctor finished examining Elissa and scribbled a prescription.

“You got here just in time. It’s nothing major—just be sure to rest up,” the doctor said with a light chuckle. “Holiday season, huh? Staying up too late? Even if you can’t see, your eyes still need a break.”

So, it was late nights that had worn her down.

Elissa gave a sheepish smile. “Thanks, doctor. I’ll keep that in mind.”

her arm through Elissa’s, guiding her out of the

“Ernest seems

Hadley hesitated. “Probably not.”

a faint sigh. “Let’s hope he pulls

lingering to discuss surgery details with

drove them back to

At Flynn Mansion,

from g?

mind wandered during the ride home. Stepping inside, she snapped to attention, bounding up to the second floor and

drawers and shelves, desperate to unearth that tortoiseshell hairpin. But despite her frantic search, she couldn’t

she couldn’t find it, the more her frustration surged, leaving the room in

you

voice cut through the mess—she’d slipped in unnoticed,

Linda faltered, her eyes darting nervously.

for your things?” Nyla’s