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?”

consequence.” Ernest’s response hovered in the nebulous territory between truth

balanced precariously between acceptance and skepticism, instinct whispering contradictions. Yet she refrained from probing deeper, swallowing the questions

additional complications. Pressing him for details would only paint her as possessive, adding

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

Mr. Flynn!” Bonnie’s voice lilted with

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

new

safely.” Bonnie’s fingers fluttered in

the leather cushion sighing beneath her weight. As the vehicle glided forward, Elissa’s gaze drifted toward the

Elissa’s spine. An unshakable premonition