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.

enough, a young woman crouched on the icy pavement, gathering scattered belongings from the slick road. Phillips squinted, his memory clicking into

remained stone–faced. Even if it was indeed Elissa–what did it matter to

the door

bent down, scooping up the

her. “The roads

into a small,

for your

“Are you heading

crossed her face before she quickly shook her head. “That won’t be necessary! I can walk

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

medicine… are you running a

a little under

a forced smile, she quickly grabbed the box and shoved it into her already torn bag. “But I’ll be fine. Thanks for this–I

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

Elissa didn’t seem hurt at all, but

even fever patches… Strange,

even spare him a glance. “Sebastian, drive.”

pulled away from the curb.

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done thinking

the wrong direction,” he

eyes snapped open.

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

replying to him, he simply gave instructions.

“Yes, sir.”

thrown off. Follow Elissa? Why? Why

He just knew that if they followed Elissa–They

bowed his head slightly, clenching his

hopped on a bus, eventually stepping off near Mayfield

made a turn and

closely, brows furrowed. “Mr. Flynn, what now?”

Absolute. “We

then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

It was Ernest.

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

exchanged only a few curt words before the line went

the other end, Ernest set his phone down, his expression unreadable. Then, without

where are

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

he added firmly, “Just stay

small apartment, Hadley cradled Joy, her voice

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

resistance, suddenly perked up at the last

Mommy is now?” she asked

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smile. “When Mommy gets sick, doesn’t Joy worry too?”

answered

fear and bravery. “I don’t want Mommy to worry… I’ll get