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.

fortune really favor

then Eric spoke, and her daydream

toward the crinkled brown bag on her desk. “What’s

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

“Are they any good?”

balance between sour and sweet. Great to go with both coffee and

“No, thanks. Just tell me where

blinked,

story

swooped in just

arched a brow.

secretary sputtered, snapping to attention.

had burst, but there was something oddly charming about the mighty CEO of Flynn Group craving such

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