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!

scrutinizing the financials for the

proceed with these

“Understood, Miss Harris.”

the living

troubled, addressed Eric while massaging her temples. “This is disheartening. Just

now on

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

equally serious, giving a slow nod. “Very well.” Although Ernest had spent years in a coma, Quentin had remained active. Quentin

criminal underworld, Quentin’s

“Thank you, Ernest.”

his feet, preparing to

Nyla grabbed him. “Preparations are in place.

just sit

“Sit down!”

Ernest

over everyone; they turned to face him. Ernest’s expression was grave, his frustration barely contained. “Only now you feel