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

Chapter 519:

In the dimly lit hall, a buzz-cut man, somewhere in his late thirties or early forties, sat slumped between two large men gripping his arms.

Unbothered by his predicament, he yawned, blinking lazily as tears welled up from exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s late. I need to get some rest.”

The air shifted the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto the buzz-cut man instantly.

With slow, deliberate movements, he strode toward the table, planting both hands on the surface, his body leaning forward. “Where’s my…”

“Where’s my wife?”

The buzz-cut man blinked in confusion. “Huh? Your wife?”

“Phillips!”

At his command, Phillips stepped forward, unlocking his phone and thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely! Do you recognize her?”

man murmured, his voice dragging as he took in the photo. “She’s a

not the damn question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you take her after

slow, lazy chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect

way his gaze flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him—the wealth,

he

I remember, I remember, she—” His gaze flicked

This man was the one

low chuckle broke the silence. The buzz-cut man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he was counting

want to know, what do I get in

Eric’s stare turned razor-sharp—lethal.

forward, his voice snapping like a whip. “If the information

“Hold on.”

hand, halting Phillips in his

it, Mr.

feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly

surged through him like wildfire. A slow-burning fury that erupted all