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

Chapter 735:

“Why are the lights still on?”

She stepped cautiously into the living room, scanning the area for the phone she’d left behind. There, on the floor, she saw Hadley.

“Miss Pearson? What happened?”

For a moment, she stood frozen, stunned, before her instincts kicked in. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside Hadley, hands trembling as she gently lifted her.

Hadley’s body was ice-cold. Her face was pale and her eyes were clenched shut. A sharp wave of panic rushed through the cleaning lady. “Miss Pearson! Can you hear me? Wake up!”

No response. Of all the times for this to happen—Eric wasn’t home! Her fingers fumbled for her phone. She needed to call emergency services immediately. And security—they had to be alerted so the ambulance could gain access.

By the time Eric wrapped up his meeting and left Poseidon’s Realm, it was nearly five in the morning. The scent of alcohol clung to him as he slid behind the wheel, exhaustion pressing against his temples. All he wanted was a shower, a change of clothes, and maybe—if he was lucky—a quick nap before the day began.

gates, he waited as they

“Mr. Flynn, you’re back?”

gave a curt nod, his

guard hesitated. “Mr. Flynn—Is Miss Pearson

steering wheel as his foot slammed

updates now on

do you mean?” His voice dropped dangerously low. “What happened

clearly regretting his words. “It’s always the same,” he thought. “Mr. Flynn calls her his wife. Miss Pearson corrects him every single time.

quickly. “Your wife was taken to

had assumed Eric already knew—thinking that the moment Hadley was taken to the hospital, he would have been the first

like a gut punch. “Which hospital did they take her

blinked, caught