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.”

dropped, disbelief washing over him.

their minds

shared suspicion. “It seems someone in

temples, exasperation creeping in like

the attack as the work of a Flynn

reckon they’ve figured

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

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alone justifies going for the jugular

If not for Xander’s quick thinking and the combat skills

cucumber. “The Scott family’s offspring, ever since Ferris took the reins,

flickered across Eric’s face, shifting his

the drift, resting a reassuring hand on

now. Ferris likely doesn’t have a clue yet. If he did, given the Scott family’s current mess, it wouldn’t be those bumbling heirs gunning for