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…”

really going to push your luck

forward, fists flying—each

funny to you? What the hell did you

the mercy of this

he had never let her out of his

things spiraled out of control, Ernest’s voice cut through the

Eric couldn’t stop. That red cardigan—Hadley’s cardigan—was something he had chosen for

chapters are live

and discarded, tainted by the hands of this filth. His mind recoiled at the horrifying images clawing their

lay your filthy hands on her? You’re gonna

fists forward, again and again, his voice hoarse, raw, repeating the same words like

Flynn!” Phillips lunged forward, trying to pull Eric away—only to be shoved back

felt it—a bone-deep unease prickling across her skin. She had grown up with Eric, had practically known

into violence, it was as if she was seeing the boy he used to be—the fierce, untamed fire hidden beneath the mask of

“Eric!”