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

Chapter 1665:

“How could such cruelty befall you… and subsequently destroy me?”

The devastating truth she had never shared hung between them: that night, the invisible hand that had drugged Ernest had not stopped there—Linda, too, had fallen victim to the same sinister plot!

At this crucial juncture, Eric’s voice emerged from the periphery, injecting a new perspective into the emotionally charged atmosphere.

“That particular evening,” Eric clarified with careful precision, “Ernest was engaged in negotiations with several key representatives from MK Capital.”

“MK Capital?” The name struck Linda like an electrical current, causing her body to stiffen instantaneously.

Though the specifics of MK Capital remained a mystery to her, the memory of Ernest mentioning his business appointment there that evening resurfaced with sudden clarity in her mind.

her calendar blissfully unoccupied for those forty-eight hours and yearning for additional moments in Ernest’s company, she had impulsively decided to accompany him on what should have been a routine business

the life-altering incident had featured an opulent ball—all crystal chandeliers and champagne fountains—hosted with extravagant flourish

with practiced ease, shaking hands and forging connections, while Linda drifted through the periphery of the gathering,

limbs and her vision blurred at the edges,

the glittering assembly with increasing desperation, she discovered Ernest had vanished from

made her unsteady way toward his

imagination begins

had unwittingly stumbled into the lavish bridal suite belonging to Robin and

later and Linda’s bleary eyes focused on the unfamiliar masculine profile slumbering beside her, a sickening wave of dissociation crashed over her, as though she were observing

scattered garments with trembling hands and fled the scene before her unknown companion stirred, practically sprinting