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

Chapter 859:

Still holding his cigarette between two fingers, Eric pulled out his phone and made a call to Phillips.

“Mr. Flynn,” said Phillips on the other end.

“Go to the hospital. Check something for me.”

“Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

After giving the instructions and ending the call, Eric lit another cigarette. Then another. And another.

The ashtray above the trash can was already full of the ones he’d just smoked. He stubbed out the last one with a firm press and watched the glow die beneath his fingers.

His mind was a storm. The nicotine helped dull the edges, but only just.

Finally, he picked up his phone again. This time, he dialed Hadley’s number.

it connected. She hadn’t blocked

up, just as the last ring nearly timed

“It’s me,” Eric answered.

phone to her ear, her brows drawing

answer right away. Instead, he said, “I’m right outside your building. Come down. I need to talk to

he just

moment. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it over

response. “Are you coming down, or should I come up? Do you think it’s convenient for me to come

at Joy and reluctantly

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“Alright. I’ll wait.”

the car door, feeling the urge to reach for

opened the door and reached inside but stopped short. He was about to see Hadley, and she hated when

health wasn’t the strongest. He couldn’t risk filling the

himself for chain-smoking earlier. He grabbed a pack of gum, popped three

could only hope it dulled the