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

Chapter 1563:

She knew every inch of her wheelchair’s mechanics like an extension of her own body. Her fingers scrambled for the lock button, pressed it decisively, and the wheelchair mechanism seized, transforming into an immovable fortress.

Eric’s brows furrowed, his lips compressing into a tight line as his jaw locked with tension. “You honestly believe this pathetic trick will stop me?” He shook his head, a cold smile spreading across his face. “Today, you’re coming with me, even if I have to carry you kicking and screaming the entire way.”

In one fluid motion, he bent down and hoisted Linda from her wheelchair, his muscles straining beneath his shirt. “Let’s go—now!”

“No!” The cry tore from her throat, primal and desperate.

Linda thrashed wildly in his arms, terror and rage fueling her resistance. The thought of kneeling before Hadley, confessing her faults, and begging for forgiveness was utterly repulsive. It felt like he might as well have demanded her very life—she would rather die than submit.

“Let me go this instant!” she demanded, her voice shrill with desperation.

breaking free from Eric’s grip. Her body crashed to

through her limbs, quickly morphing into white-hot fury. She shot daggers at Eric with

Eric commanded, his

rational discussion, he lunged forward and clamped his

won’t!” she

of the wheelchair frame with surprising strength. “If you’re such a big man, try dragging both

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awkward weight of her

volcano, his eyes cold

renewed force, his fingers digging into her flesh as

grimaced, her teeth grinding together.