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

Chapter 901:

“Over there!” Joy chirped, waving her arms to guide him. “The table’s that way. Sit by me, okay?”

“Okay,” Eric replied, carrying her to the dining area. Joy had outgrown her baby chair, so she was now using a small step stool instead.

She beamed at him, and then at Hadley across the table. “Perfect! You’re both here with me!”

Melba set the breakfast spread out. “With them around, behave and eat properly.”

“I will!” Joy promised.

“Let’s dig in,” Eric said, placing a piece of freshly baked bread on Joy’s plate, and then one on Hadley’s.

“You too, Mr. Flynn!” Joy giggled, plopping a piece onto Eric’s plate in return.

“Ha, fair enough!” Eric laughed, the sound filling the room.

Mid-meal, a sharp knock interrupted them.

to investigate and found the complex’s

the Bentley out front belong to anyone here?” he asked.

a problem?” Melba asked,

lurking around the Bentley for a while. We brought him in and wanted to ask if

do. She turned just as Eric stood and walked

Flynn, what’s your call?”

take care of it,”

into a new

“Understood.”

the two guards. “Do you have

phone, tapped into his gallery, and handed the

the unfamiliar face, then sent the image

your effort, but I don’t know him. There’s no

want us to let

“Yes.” Eric nodded.

guards told him the car hadn’t been tampered with. If it had, they wouldn’t have come asking first—they’d have already contacted the

then,” the guard replied, still a bit confused. “Sorry to