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

Chapter 517:

He sat up straight, knowing better than to counter Eric.

Typically, the police would dismiss such a case. However, Eric seemed prepared to leverage his influence to force their hands. But was his concern excessive?

Think about Hadley—independent and strong-willed, she had chosen to leave on her own. Besides, it had been less than twelve hours since they last heard from her.

Despite his reservations, Phillips dialed the number.

After ending the call, his eyes met Eric’s in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

“Mr. Flynn.”

“What is it this time?”

Feeling the weight of the moment, Phillips gestured to the back. “It appears Mr. Moran is tailing us.”

A quick glance in the mirror confirmed Eric’s suspicions: Denver’s high-end silver-gray car maintained a close distance behind them!

reached the Flynn family. When he arrived, Linda was scrutinizing the financials for the month, a role she had fulfilled for years within the Flynn family. After approving the documents,

with these

“Understood, Miss Harris.”

mood in the living room was

disheartening. Just when things were looking

now

to justify his actions, instead turning to Ernest. “Ernest,

spent years in a coma, Quentin had remained active. Quentin was not just an employee; he was someone Ernest had once rescued.

the criminal underworld,

“Thank you, Ernest.”

to his feet,

him. “Preparations are in place. There’s no need to

just sit

“Sit down!”

was Ernest

everyone; they turned to face him. Ernest’s expression