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.

Phillips squinted, his memory

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

pushing the door open. “I’ll

cold, Phillips bent down, scooping up the

her. “The

a small, grateful

for your

bag is ripped.” His tone turned lighter. “Are you heading home? We can give

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

picking up a small box from the ground and handing it back

This medicine… are you

I’m a little under the

and shoved it into her already torn bag. “But I’ll be fine. Thanks for

waiting for a reply, she clutched her things and

Elissa didn’t seem hurt at

Strange, don’t

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

didn’t question it and pulled away from the

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Phillips wasn’t done thinking

“She’s walking in the wrong direction,” he muttered. “If she was heading

snapped

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

Elissa?

that if they followed Elissa–They might really

car changed course, Eric bowed his head slightly, clenching his

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

a turn and headed

brows furrowed. “Mr. Flynn,

Absolute. “We

buzzed in

It was Ernest.

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

brothers exchanged only a few curt words

other end, Ernest set his phone down, his expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, he wheeled himself toward

are

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

“Just stay here with Grandma.

the small apartment, Hadley cradled Joy,

she murmured, tucking a stray curl behind Joy’s ear. “If you

pouting in resistance, suddenly perked up at the last part.

now?” she

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she said with a small smile. “When Mommy

Joy answered without

fear and bravery. “I