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

stone–faced. Even if it was indeed

before pushing the

bent down, scooping up the last of her things.

the item toward her. “The roads are

into a small, grateful

for

ripped.” His tone turned lighter. “Are you heading home? We

flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she quickly shook her head. “That won’t be necessary! I

down, picking up a small box from the ground

are you alright? This medicine… are you

yeah. I’m a little under the weather,” she said

her already torn bag. “But I’ll be fine. Thanks for this–I should get

things and hurried off, disappearing into the snowy

Eric. “Mr. Flynn, Elissa didn’t seem hurt at all, but

Strange, don’t

him a glance. “Sebastian, drive.”

pulled away from the

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Phillips 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

snapped open.

unsure. “Uh–Mr. Flynn,

even bother replying to him, he simply gave instructions. “Sebastian, follow her.”

“Yes, sir.”

now completely thrown off. Follow Elissa? Why? Why did Eric suddenly

it. He just knew that if they followed Elissa–They

course, Eric bowed his

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

turn and headed into Millland

furrowed. “Mr. Flynn,

was steady. Calm. Absolute. “We go after

then, his phone buzzed in his

It was Ernest.

beneath the surface. “I’m at Millland Road.

two brothers exchanged only a few curt words before the line

set his phone down, his expression

where are you going?”

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

he added firmly, “Just stay here with Grandma. Quentin will come

the small apartment, Hadley cradled Joy,

shot,” she murmured, tucking a stray curl behind Joy’s ear. “If you don’t, you’ll get

suddenly perked up at the last

Mommy is now?”

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said with a small smile. “When

Joy answered without

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