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.

the phone back into his pocket, but it rang almost

lips. Maybe Hadley was calling back. But

be spam—his phone was filtered.

He answered. “Hello?”

gravelly voice crackled

froze. The voice was

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

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soft menace. “I’ve had some people invite both Linda

Eric’s blood ran cold.

Silence.

roar—raw, furious. “What the hell do you

and deliberate. “I sent an invitation. You ignored it. What choice did I

disgust. “Still

meet me. I’m waiting.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command. A trap laid with cruel confidence. And Eric had no choice but to

his

gave

“I’m on my way.”