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?”

murmured, his voice dragging as he took

damn question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you take her after she got into

slow, lazy chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me to remember such

the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him—the wealth, the power—he knew. This wasn’t an

a smirk, he

I remember, she—” His

was clear. This man was

broke the silence. The buzz-cut man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion,

what you want to know, what do

Eric’s stare turned razor-sharp—lethal.

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

“Hold on.”

a hand, halting Phillips in his

is it,

downward—toward something near the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around a red cashmere cardigan.

wildfire. A slow-burning fury that erupted all at