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

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

did you

mercy of this scum. And it was all his

he had protected her better—if he had never let her out of his sight, she wouldn’t have ended

control, Ernest’s voice cut

That red cardigan—Hadley’s cardigan—was something he had chosen

are live at

crumpled and discarded, tainted by the hands of this filth. His mind recoiled at the horrifying images clawing their way in—Hadley, vulnerable,

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

Eric’s mind spiraled, his breath ragged as he drove his fists forward, again and again, his voice hoarse, raw,

Phillips lunged forward, trying to pull Eric away—only to be shoved back with

this went on any longer, something terrible was going to happen. Linda felt it—a bone-deep unease prickling

spiral into violence, it was as if she was seeing the boy

“Eric!”