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?”

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

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

through his scattered thoughts. Then, a slow, lazy

the sheer number

smirk, he tapped

she—”

man was the one in

man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing

what you want to know, what do I get in

Eric’s stare turned razor-sharp—lethal.

snapping like a whip. “If the information is real, money’s

“Hold on.”

halting Phillips in

it, Mr.

body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around

surged through him like wildfire. A slow-burning fury