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

Chapter 913:

“Focus on your meal,” Melba said, dabbing Joy’s mouth with a napkin.

“Mr. Flynn might be having his own family dinner about now.”

“Alright then.”

As evening progressed, the brief winter day faded quickly into night.

Switching on the TV, Hadley joined the two other adults and Joy on the couch, enjoying some snacks while they watched Joy’s favorite Christmas movie.

Cuddled up in Hadley’s embrace, Joy grew sleepy. “Mom, do you think Mr. Flynn has finished his dinner yet?”

“Not just yet,” Hadley responded, peering out the window to spare Joy any disappointment. “Mr. Flynn might be taking his time, perhaps enjoying a drink.”

“Oh,” Joy muttered, her eyelids heavy. “Do you think he’ll still come?”

“Feeling tired?” Hadley asked gently, not wanting to crush her hopes. “Why don’t you take a short nap? I’ll make sure to wake you when Mr. Flynn gets here.”

Joy could hardly keep her eyes open as she nestled deeper into Hadley’s

“Of course.”

was

bedroom, gently laid her down, and made sure she was comfortable before glancing

time showed 8:30

forehead, a sense of unease settling in. She pondered Eric’s silence; had he returned to Srixby, he

rushing through Srixby International Airport at 10 PM. Exiting the VIP area, he was accompanied by Linda, Xander,

“We need

F1RST 0n

Linda simply nodded her agreement.

reached the garage, they were greeted by

at his watch, Eric asked, “How many vehicles

Flynn,”

“Take Linda back. Grandma and

“Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

to

head. “I’ve got another matter to