Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 292:

Eric let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he stared at the silent phone. “She actually hung up on me!”

Well, fair enough. He wasn’t even miffed—wouldn’t dream of it. Tossing the phone aside, he dove back into the sea of work awaiting him. He had to tie up every loose end before dusk—he was due to swing by his older brother’s place and carve out some time with Hadley.

As he breezed past the secretarial office later, he caught the faint hum of chatter and the sight of the staff nibbling on their afternoon delights. He strode on, only to pivot abruptly and double back, pausing at one of the cluttered desks.

“M-Mr. Flynn!” The young secretary jolted upright, swiping at her mouth in a fluster before shooting to her feet like a soldier caught slacking.

Eric dipped his head in a nod, a rare smile tugging at his lips. Instantly, the room turned into a gallery of wide-eyed spectators. The CEO—smiling at her?

Tongues were surely itching to wag. What was afoot? Had the elusive Mr. Flynn taken a shine to this unassuming secretary? Even the secretary herself couldn’t help but indulge a fleeting, fanciful thought. Her pulse quickened.

Eric Flynn—young, wealthy, and the unspoken heartthrob of half the company.

favor her so

and her daydream shattered

gestured toward the crinkled brown bag on her

retrieve a small, glossy, sugar-coated treat. “Oh—these are candied hawthorns,

“Are they any good?”

go with both coffee and

with a casual flick of his hand. “No, thanks. Just tell me where you got them. Could you get a pack for me—no, make

blinked, dumbfounded.

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swooped in just to send her on

a brow. “Is that a

at all!” the secretary sputtered, snapping to

her romantic bubble had burst, but there was something oddly charming about the mighty CEO of Flynn

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