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

Chapter 813:

This sleek machine belonged to Ernest.

Eric guided Hadley a few steps closer, and the car door swung open with quiet grace. There sat Ernest, poised and unruffled.

“Ernest,” Eric greeted.

“Hello,” Ernest replied with a nod, his eyes flickering toward Hadley. His voice softened like a breeze. “Hadley, might I steal Eric away for a moment? I’ve got a few words to share with him.”

“Of course,” Hadley replied, her eyes crinkling with a warm smile. Eric let her go with a tender pat on her hair. “Hop in my car and wait for me there—it’s chilly out here.”

“Okay.” With a playful twirl, Hadley made her way to the Bentley—Eric’s vehicle—leaving Eric to slip into Ernest’s ride.

Inside the car, the air hung thick with unspoken tension.

“The one who came after you today…” Ernest began, his voice steady as he unraveled the threads of a mystery. “They’re tied to the Scott family.”

washing over him.

their minds racing in

seems someone in the

temples, exasperation creeping

initially pegged the attack as the work of a Flynn

you reckon they’ve figured out?” Eric

it looks like they’re fishing in the dark—suspicious, but not sold

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a bitter chuckle. “Suspicion alone justifies going for the jugular

him! If not for Xander’s quick thinking and the

took the reins, have been cut from the same cloth—lacking spine, leaning

sudden realization flickered across Eric’s face, shifting his

a reassuring hand

given the Scott family’s current mess, it wouldn’t be