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

Chapter 520:

“Mr. Flynn!”

Phillips hesitated, visibly unsettled. This wasn’t like him at all.

But Eric didn’t care.

His knuckles clenched, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the hell did you do to her?”

The buzz-cut man let out a strangled, bloodied chuckle.

His lips curled into a twisted grin, his gaze shifting toward the red cardigan clenched in Eric’s fist.

“Oh, so that woman is your wife?” he said, as if savoring the revelation.

Leaning back slightly, he exhaled with a smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier, I might’ve remembered sooner. Quite the beauty, that one…”

going to push

growl, Eric launched himself forward, fists flying—each punch landing

did you do to her?” His fear had reached

this scum. And it was all his

let her out of his sight, she wouldn’t have ended up in

spiraled out of control, Ernest’s

had chosen for her, delivered by Four Hours, meant

are live at

the hands of this filth. His mind recoiled at the horrifying images clawing their way

dared to lay your filthy hands on her? You’re gonna fucking

as he drove his fists forward, again and again, his voice hoarse, raw, repeating

lunged forward, trying to pull Eric away—only

Linda felt it—a bone-deep unease prickling across her skin.

it was as if she was seeing the boy he

“Eric!”