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.

squinted, his memory clicking into place. “Mr. Flynn, isn’t she from Hadley’s dance

it was indeed Elissa–what did it

before pushing the door open. “I’ll go

down, scooping

toward her. “The roads are dangerous in

a small, grateful smile.

for your kindness!”

lighter. “Are you

won’t be necessary! I can walk from here. Besides, I don’t want to

didn’t push. Instead, he bent down, picking up a small box from the ground and

alright? This medicine… are

a little under the weather,” she

box and shoved it into her already

waiting for a reply, she clutched her things and hurried off, disappearing into the

“Mr. Flynn, Elissa didn’t seem hurt at all, but she bought those

Strange,

even spare him

pulled away from the curb.

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out the window–then 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, she’s going the

eyes snapped

“Uh–Mr. Flynn, should I just… stop talking?”

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

“Yes, sir.”

Elissa? Why? Why did Eric suddenly

didn’t fully understand it. He just knew that

Eric bowed

hopped on a bus, eventually stepping off near Mayfield Road.

without hesitation, she made a turn and headed into

brows furrowed. “Mr.

was steady. Calm. Absolute. “We go after her.”

phone buzzed in

It was Ernest.

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

only a few curt words before

other end, Ernest set his phone down, his expression unreadable.

where are you

him, but he barely glanced back. “There’s news about Hadley. I’m heading to Millland

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

Joy, her voice gentle and

stray curl behind Joy’s ear. “If you don’t, you’ll get sick,

had been pouting in resistance, suddenly perked up at the

is now?”

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

Joy answered

fists clenched, clearly torn between fear and