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

Chapter 513:

Eric shot to his feet, scanning the room. His heart pounded as he checked the bathroom, the closet, the balcony—nothing.

A surge of panic crashed through him as he bolted out of the bedroom, tearing through Silver Villas like a man possessed.

No matter where he looked—she wasn’t there.

He grabbed his phone and dialed her number.

The ringtone echoed immediately.

Eric turned toward the sound, eyes locking onto the living room sofa—where Hadley’s bag sat, untouched.

A quick scan of the room revealed more—her coat still hung by the entrance, her shoes neatly in place. The only thing missing were a single pair of indoor slippers.

She went out in nothing but a thin sweater and slippers?

Eric’s hands clenched into fists, frustration and regret colliding in his chest.

manage? He shut his eyes

He had lost control. He

Denver… nothing had happened between them last night. As a man—as her

by jealousy, he hadn’t been able to

turned into

to him. But with Hadley, every little thing

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she kept insisting… that he wasn’t as good as Denver. And now,

really was a bastard. But that

was only one thing

movements swift, his mind racing. Pulling up the surveillance

footage showed her stepping out of the house, wrapped only in a thin sweater, her arms

at the sight. Damn it. Where could she

many friends in Srixby, which meant there was only one place she could have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting

“Hadley, Hadley!”

his voice raw, his breath misting in the