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

Chapter 927
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Chapter 927:

In her desperation and believing Hadley might possess skey to Eric's recovery, Linda considered it a worthy

effort.

Following the address, she found her way to the specified apartment building and immediately recognized a

familiar vehicle parked outside. A black Cayenne.

She stepped closer and checked the plate—Ernest’s car, no doubt about it.

Linda allowed herself a small smile. It seemed she and Ernest were thinking along the slines—both here for

Eric's sake.

This turn of events bolstered her confidence. With Ernest present, Hadley would surely feel more compelled to

assist.

As Linda prepared to approach, the car door swung open, and Ernest emerged. Moments later, Hadley appeared,

escorting Elissa from inside the building.

Linda halted, taken aback.

The woman with Hadley was Elissa? The one who had crafted her bridal gown?

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Elissa’s presence raised questions. Why wasn’t she at her own residence, with her own family, instead of with

Hadley?

Something felt off.

Elissa appeared ill and odd.

Meanwhile...

“Ernest.” Hadley gave him a small nod.

“Hadley.” Ernest returned the greeting and moved to open the car door. Caught in her thoughts, Elissa noted,

“He’s as quiet as ever.”

“Take your time, Elissa,” Hadley advised as she assisted Elissa into the vehicle, while Ernest moved to the front

seat.

Before long, they were on their way.

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Linda remained, her mind swirling with bewilderment and curiosity. What exactly was happening? Why was

Ernest behind the wheel, and to what destination were they headed?

Linda had cto understand that Ernest truly only regarded Hadley as a sister, that the tortoiseshell hairpins

did not belong to Hadley, nor was she Locke’s mother...

In a flash, Linda’s thoughts snapped to the professional sketching pencil!

Indeed, Elissa was a designer!

Reflecting on it now, Linda realized those tortoiseshell hairpins bore no label or brand mark.

She had once consulted an expert about them, who remarked that they appeared to be handcrafted, their

intricate detailing a testament to remarkable skill.

Who could have created something so unique?

The answer dawned on her now.

It was Elissa! She was a seasoned designer with the talent to produce such artistry!

And then...

Linda shut her eyes, her mind drifting

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