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

Chapter 974:

The driver shook his head. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Then who did?! What do you want from me?”

“Don’t worry.” His tone remained even. “No harm will come to you. My boss just needs to meet with Eric Flynn. That’s all.”

Eric.

Hadley’s chest tightened. This was about him.

Her hands clenched, and she trembled.

She remembered those times when Eric had come back bruised or bloodied—when Linda had been attacked in Storia. He always said it was because of the past chasing him. So this was the same. More of his enemies.

In Orkmont,

Eric had just wrapped up a meeting and was headed back to Srixby. He picked up his phone to call Hadley. No answer. He tried again. Still nothing.

“Probably filming,” he thought.

phone back into his pocket, but it rang almost

back. But when he checked the screen, the number

be spam—his phone was

He answered. “Hello?”

gravelly voice crackled through.

voice was aged, calm—and terrifyingly

He forced a sneer into his voice. “Who the hell are you? You got the wrong number.” He was

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝙘𝙤𝙢

a soft menace. “I’ve had

Eric’s blood ran cold.

Silence.

“What the hell do

“I sent an invitation. You ignored it. What choice

disgust. “Still hiding behind women? Some things never

chuckled again, amused. “Come meet me. I’m waiting.” It wasn’t a request. It was a

his

man gave an

“I’m on my way.”