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

Chapter 1362:

“You…” he started, and then let the word hang in the air like smoke. Her words hit a wall in him, and for a moment, Ernest felt helpless.

If this was a losing battle, he’d switch fronts and fight one he could win.

“Miss Holland,” Ernest said crisply, his tone shifting like a door slamming shut. His eyes thinned into sharp slits. “You’ve been absent without notice for several days. Care to explain yourself?”

“Absent?” Elissa echoed, confused. She then gaped at him, her eyes widening in disbelief. “How can you call that absence? That day, Mrs. Flynn explicitly ordered me to leave the premises, and you witnessed it yourself…”

“Answer me this,” Ernest cut through her explanation with glacial precision. “Who exactly signed your employment contract?” The answer hung unspoken between them—it was him, of course.

“Humph.” A low, deliberate chuckle escaped Ernest. “Given our employer-employee arrangement, did I personally terminate your services?”

stunned silence. He hadn’t—that much was

dismissed her protest with a shake of his head. “Even though you assume your presence was unwelcome, professional

protest. Frustration colored her tone as she declared, “My

around in his mind, irritation simmering beneath his composed exterior. Every calculated step

darkened perceptibly, his refusal brooking

“Why not?” she challenged.

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over her, exploiting their height difference. “Locke possesses extraordinarily specific requirements. Surely you understand the difficulties in securing an appropriate company for him? You can’t just quit. Have you given any thought

a wave of guilt washed over her, quickly followed by a prickle of worry.