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!

the month, a role

proceed with these

“Understood, Miss Harris.”

in the living

Nyla, troubled, addressed Eric while massaging her temples. “This is disheartening. Just when things were looking up. If anything happens to

now

not to justify his actions, instead turning to

“Very well.” Although Ernest had spent years in a coma, Quentin had remained active. Quentin was not just an employee; he was someone Ernest had once rescued. He was clinging to

underworld, Quentin’s

“Thank you, Ernest.”

his feet,

you think you’re going?” Nyla grabbed him. “Preparations are

can’t just sit

“Sit down!”

was Ernest

turned to face him. Ernest’s expression