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.

unoccupied for those forty-eight hours and yearning for additional moments in Ernest’s company,

ball—all crystal chandeliers and champagne

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

began to spread through Linda’s limbs and her vision blurred

the glittering assembly with increasing desperation,

disorientation, she had made her unsteady way toward his hotel suite, clinging to hallway walls for

begins with

cruelly misdirected her steps—instead of finding sanctuary in Ernest’s quarters, she had

bleary eyes focused on the unfamiliar masculine profile slumbering beside her, a sickening wave of dissociation crashed over her,

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