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

Chapter 699:

Satisfied, Ernest adjusted the cuffs of his suit, already preparing for his next task. There was never just one thing on his plate—he still had Linda to check on as well. Without another word, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The room grew still again. Hadley sighed softly, rubbing her temple as fatigue settled over her.

Time trickled by. The dark sky outside gradually gave way to soft morning light, filtering through the blinds. Eric didn’t stir.

Hadley checked the time on her phone. It was morning already. With a quiet sigh, she walked to the door, pulling it open—only to find Phillips standing there, about to enter.

“Hadley?” he said, glancing past her toward Eric.

“Is there something you need?”

She shook her head with a polite smile.

“No, I was just about to leave. I have work, so I need to go.”

She took a step forward, intending to pass him. But before she could, Phillips reached out and grabbed her arm.

down at

reason you’re

really think he

at Hadley in disbelief before a humorless chuckle slipped

could she even ask

wasn’t in

𝑎𝑡

He said coldly,

not leaving. Flynn will need to speak

what?” Hadley asked, genuine confusion in

neither his doctor nor his nurse. There’s nothing

Was she being serious?

for words, irritation growing stronger by

his girlfriend. Mr. Flynn hasn’t even regained consciousness yet, and you’re thinking

tone suggested she had

carried a touch of bitter