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, she had impulsively decided to accompany him on what should have been a routine

the life-altering incident had featured an opulent ball—all crystal chandeliers and

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

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

upon scanning the glittering assembly with increasing desperation, she

way toward his hotel suite, clinging to hallway

begins with

she had unwittingly stumbled

a sickening wave of dissociation crashed over her, as though she were observing the calamity from somewhere outside her

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