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

Chapter 524:

“Y- Yes!”

Phillips didn’t dare hesitate, falling into step behind him without another word.

Linda remained rooted to the spot, expression blank, complexion pale. What was happening? Ernest had changed. And now, Eric too. Ever since Hadley returned… everything started to become a mess.

The moment Eric stepped outside, his gaze darkened—that silver-gray car was still there.

Phillips cleared his throat. “Mr. Moran has been following us. He hasn’t left, not even once.” Like a ghost that refused to fade.

Eric’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have the time or the patience to deal with this right now.

Without another thought, he ducked into the car, and as they pulled away, the silver-gray vehicle followed once again.

By the time they reached Flynn Group, a mountain of work awaited Eric.

He forced himself to focus, burying his exhaustion beneath a relentless stream of documents, reports, and decisions.

as for the usual business socializing? He didn’t have the energy for

with fatigue. As they pulled onto the road, he

“Still no news?”

a moment. Then—a quiet,

“No.”

leaned back, and yanked the knot loose. Of course. He

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updates, Phillips would have

he hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Mr. Flynn, maybe no news is good news,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Hadley might have friends we don’t know about—someone who’s

could finish, the car jerked to a sudden

furrowing. “Sebastian! You’ve

out a sheepish chuckle. “Just an accident. Sorry.” He gestured ahead. “Look—some

Phillips glanced forward.

the icy pavement,

squinted, his memory clicking into place. “Mr. Flynn, isn’t she from Hadley’s dance troupe? I think her name’s Elissa

it was indeed

no reaction, Phillips sighed before pushing the door open.