Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 879:

Elissa paused, caught off guard by her own oversight. “Oh… so it’s a man?”

The caregiver shrugged. “I’m not sure. I only saw uniformed movers hauling things in. Perhaps the newcomer will settle in once it’s all arranged.”

Elissa nodded thoughtfully. “That tracks.”

After some time, the place slipped back into its familiar calm. Elissa figured the moving chaos had settled, everything neatly stowed away.

Yet no new sounds hinted at the neighbor’s presence—perhaps they hadn’t arrived yet.

As evening hues painted the sky, the caregiver guided Elissa indoors, and the matter slipped her mind.

The next day, rain draped Srixby in a gray veil.

Elissa stayed cocooned in her cozy room, skipping her outdoor time for two days.

On the third morning, the clouds parted, and she craved the sun’s warmth as usual.

The caregiver helped her into a coat, led her to a comfortable chair, and draped a blanket over her lap.

“Miss Holland, sit tight—I’ll grab some snacks for you.”

“Alright,” Elissa said with a smile. “I won’t run away, I promise.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The caregiver ducked inside, leaving Elissa to bask alone, eyes half-shut, soaking in the sun’s gentle embrace.

Blindness had sharpened her ears; she caught the faint rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the artificial pond in the distance.

Then, abruptly, her eyes snapped open, ears straining as she straightened.

𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: ⲅⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗈𝗺

Was that… a baby’s cry?

Elissa’s lips pressed tight, her hands clenching without thought.noveldrama

She rose swiftly, groping her way toward the sound.

The wails sharpened in her ears, guiding her steps.

“It’s close, right here…”

Meanwhile, the caregiver emerged with snacks, only to find the chair empty.

“Where did she go?” Panic bleached her face. “Miss Holland! Where are you? Miss Holland!” She shouted, darting off in search.

Luckily, Elissa hadn’t strayed far—the caregiver spotted her near the pond.

Her heart lurched, dread seizing her as she shrieked, “Miss Holland! Miss Holland!”

Jolted by the cry, Elissa snapped back to reality.

Where was she? Why was she here?

Suddenly, her foot slipped!

After two rainy days, the pond’s edge was slick and treacherous. Elissa teetered and plunged in!

Nearby, the caregiver froze in horror.

“Miss Holland!” she yelled. “Help! Somebody help!”

Though man-made, the pond plunged three to five meters deep—enough to swallow Elissa whole.

The freezing water of the pond surged around Elissa, flooding her nostrils in an instant.

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