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?”

his voice dragging as he took in the photo. “She’s a real

damn question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you

if sifting through his scattered thoughts. Then, a slow, lazy chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me

across the room, taking in the sheer number of

he tapped his

me think… I remember, I remember, she—” His gaze flicked toward Eric, his smirk

man was

his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing

want to know,

Eric’s stare turned razor-sharp—lethal.

snapping like a whip. “If the information is real, money’s not an

“Hold on.”

lifted a hand, halting

it, Mr.

something near the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers

through him like wildfire. A slow-burning