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

Chapter 180 Maybe A Friend Took Her In

Eric’s brow furrowed, his jaw tight as he stood in silence for a moment.

“I’m simply saying that this cannot happen again.” Turning sharply on his heel, he shouted, “Phillips, let’s go.”

“Y–Yes!”

Phillips didn’t dare hesitate, falling into step behind him without another word.

Linda remained rooted to the spot, expression blank, complexion pale.

What was happening? Ernest had changed. And now, Eric too. Ever since Hadley returned… everything started to become a mess.

The moment Eric stepped outside, his gaze darkened–that silver–gray car was still there. Phillips cleared his throat. “Mr. Moran has been following us. He hasn’t left, not even once.”

Like a ghost that refused to fade.

Eric’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have the time or the patience to deal with this right now.

Without another thought, he ducked into the car, and as they pulled away, the silver–gray vehicle followed once again.

By the time they reached Flynn Group, a mountain of work awaited Eric.

He forced himself to focus, burying his exhaustion beneath a relentless stream of documents, reports, and decisions.

Most of the work was finally done by evening, but as for the usual business socializing? He didn’t have the energy for it. Didn’t have the patience, either.

Descending to the garage, Eric slipped into the car, his movements stiff with fatigue. As they pulled onto the road, he exhaled sharply, his voice breaking the heavy silence.

“Still no news?”

Phillips hesitated. Just for a moment. Then–a quiet, weighted answer. “No.”

With a deep sigh, Eric shut his eyes, leaned back, and yanked the knot loose. Of course. He hadn’t expected anything else.

If there had been any updates, Phillips would have said something by now.

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Still, he hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Mr. Flynn, maybe no news is good news,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Hadley might have friends we don’t know about–someone who’s

taken her in…”

Before he could finish, the car jerked to a sudden stop.

Phillips whipped around, his brows furrowing. “Sebastian! You’ve been driving for years–what the hell was that?”

Sebastian let out a sheepish chuckle. “Just an accident. Sorry.”

He gestured ahead. “Look–some woman just walked straight into the road. How was I supposed to predict that?”

Phillips glanced forward.

belongings from the slick road. Phillips squinted, his memory clicking into place. “Mr. Flynn, isn’t she from

indeed Elissa–what

sighed before pushing the door open. “I’ll go

cold, Phillips bent down,

extended the item toward her. “The roads

a small, grateful smile.

for

tone turned lighter. “Are you heading home?

before she quickly shook her head. “That won’t be necessary! I can walk from here. Besides, I don’t

bent down, picking up a small box from the ground and handing it

medicine… are you running a fever?”

I’m a little under

and shoved it into her already torn

a reply, she clutched her things and hurried off, disappearing

Flynn, Elissa didn’t seem

fever patches… Strange, don’t you think?”

didn’t even spare him a glance.

and pulled away from the

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wasn’t done thinking about it.

abruptly stiffened. “Wait a second… isn’t that Elissa?” Phillips frowned. “She’s walking in the wrong direction,” he muttered. “If she was heading home, she’d be taking the road to Redmarsh. But instead,

snapped

Flynn, should

him, he simply gave instructions. “Sebastian, follow her.”

“Yes, sir.”

thrown off. Follow Elissa?

that if they

changed course, Eric bowed his head slightly, clenching his

was being followed, Elissa hopped on a bus, eventually stepping off

hesitation, she made a turn and headed into

brows furrowed. “Mr. Flynn, what

voice was steady. Calm. Absolute. “We go

buzzed in his

It was Ernest.

was low, steady–but charged with something beneath the surface. “I’m at Millland Road. I think Hadley’s somewhere

two brothers exchanged only a few curt words before

Ernest set his phone down, his expression unreadable. Then, without

are you

behind him, but he barely glanced back. “There’s news

“Just stay here with Grandma. Quentin will

Joy, her voice gentle and

curl behind

had been pouting in resistance, suddenly perked up

Mommy is now?” she

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a small smile. “When

Joy answered without

tiny fists clenched, clearly torn between fear and bravery. “I don’t want Mommy to worry… I’ll get the shot.”