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.

gathering scattered belongings from the slick road. Phillips squinted, his memory clicking into place. “Mr. Flynn, isn’t she from Hadley’s dance troupe? I think her name’s

if it was indeed

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

down, scooping up the last of

item toward her. “The

a small, grateful smile.

for your

“Are you heading home? We can give you a ride.”

her head. “That won’t be necessary! I can walk from here.

Instead, he bent down, picking up a small box from the ground

This medicine… are you running a fever?”

I’m a little under the weather,”

grabbed the box and shoved it into her already torn bag. “But I’ll be fine. Thanks for this–I should get going.”

she clutched her things and hurried off, disappearing into the snowy street.

Flynn, Elissa didn’t seem

patches… Strange, don’t

spare him a glance. “Sebastian,

and pulled away from

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Phillips wasn’t done

that Elissa?” Phillips frowned. “She’s walking in the wrong direction,” he

eyes snapped

silent, unsure. “Uh–Mr. Flynn, should I

didn’t even bother replying to him, he simply gave instructions.

“Yes, sir.”

completely thrown off. Follow Elissa?

fully understand it. He just knew that if

Eric bowed his head slightly,

Elissa hopped on a bus, eventually stepping

turn and headed into Millland Road.

closely, brows furrowed. “Mr. Flynn, what

Calm. Absolute. “We go after her.”

his phone buzzed in his pocket.

It was Ernest.

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

brothers exchanged only a few curt words before the line went

his expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, he wheeled himself

are

rang out behind him, but he barely glanced back. “There’s news about Hadley.

as if anticipating her reply, he added firmly, “Just stay here with

small apartment, Hadley cradled Joy,

get your shot,” she murmured, tucking a stray curl behind Joy’s ear. “If you don’t, you’ll get sick, and… Mommy will be

been pouting in resistance, suddenly perked up at the

is now?” she asked

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small smile. “When Mommy gets sick, doesn’t

answered

fists clenched, clearly torn between fear and