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.

his pocket,

Maybe Hadley was calling back. But when he checked the screen, the number was

phone was filtered. Who could

He answered. “Hello?”

gravelly voice

voice was aged,

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

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The voice sharpened, carrying a soft menace. “I’ve had some people

Eric’s blood ran cold.

Silence.

roar—raw, furious. “What the hell do

deliberate. “I sent an invitation. You ignored

with disgust. “Still hiding behind women? Some

man chuckled again, amused. “Come meet me. I’m waiting.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command. A trap laid with cruel confidence. And

gritted his teeth.

gave an

“I’m on my way.”