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…”

to push your luck

forward, fists flying—each punch landing with crushing

funny to you? What the hell did you do

mercy of this scum. And it

had protected her better—if he had never let her out of

out of control, Ernest’s voice cut through

something he had chosen for her, delivered by Four

chapters are live

filth. His mind recoiled at the horrifying images clawing their way in—Hadley, vulnerable, fabric ripped

dared to lay your filthy hands on her?

ragged as he drove his fists

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

went on any longer, something terrible was going to happen. Linda felt it—a bone-deep unease prickling across her skin. She had grown up with Eric, had practically known him his

if she was seeing the boy he used to be—the fierce, untamed fire hidden

“Eric!”