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

Chapter 1585:

“I should be going now. Do stay in touch!” The last words carried unmistakable emphasis.

“Mm.” The noncommittal sound conveyed neither enthusiasm nor rejection. The moment Bonnie disappeared from view, Ernest’s smile evaporated like morning mist under harsh sunlight.

Elissa completed her descent precisely in time to glimpse Bonnie’s retreating figure, fruit platter in hand, her entire being radiating unmistakable joy.

“Has your conversation with your grandfather concluded?” she inquired, her voice returning to its normal register.

With fluid efficiency, Ernest pocketed his device and rose to his full height. “Shall we depart?”

“Yes.” Elissa’s head dipped in affirmation, a subtle furrow forming between her brows. “If you don’t mind my asking, what were you discussing with Bonnie moments ago?”

nebulous territory between truth and evasion.

that truly all? Elissa’s mind balanced precariously between acceptance and skepticism, instinct whispering contradictions. Yet she refrained from probing deeper, swallowing the questions that

hardly needed additional complications. Pressing him for details would only paint her as possessive, adding another layer

approached his vehicle in the street’s muted lighting, a familiar figure intercepted their path—Bonnie, appearing as if conjured by some

Mr. Flynn!” Bonnie’s voice lilted with feigned surprise.

Elissa’s features. The statistical anomaly wasn’t lost on her—Bonnie had directed more words toward her in this single evening

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and drive safely.” Bonnie’s fingers fluttered in a wave, her smile

sighing beneath her weight. As the vehicle glided forward,

lips curled into something beyond mere friendliness—a calculating, almost predatory expression that sent an involuntary chill down Elissa’s spine. An unshakable premonition settled in Elissa’s gut—Bonnie was orchestrating something beneath the surface, something deliberate