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.

finally done by evening, but as for the usual

fatigue. As they pulled onto the road, he exhaled sharply, his

“Still no news?”

Just for a moment. Then—a quiet, weighted

“No.”

back, and yanked the

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ

Phillips would

speak. “Mr. Flynn, maybe no news is good news,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Hadley might have friends

the car jerked

his brows furrowing. “Sebastian! You’ve been driving for years—what the hell

accident. Sorry.” He gestured ahead. “Look—some woman just walked straight into the road. How was I supposed to

Phillips glanced forward.

crouched on the icy pavement, gathering scattered belongings from the

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

was indeed Elissa—what did it matter

pushing the door open.