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

Chapter 975:

“Mr. Scott, please enter.”

Eric hesitated at how he was addressed, shooting a quick sideways look at the person, a sneer of contempt curling his lips. He marched into the building with purposeful strides.

Inside the expansive living room, Ferris lounged on the couch, a coffee table set before him. The kettle on the stove had yet to whistle.

As Eric made his entrance, Ferris looked up. With brisk steps, Eric approached and stared down at Ferris, irritation evident in his voice.

“I showed up. Now tell me where they are.”

Without acknowledging Eric’s question, Ferris simply gazed up at him. His eyes traced over the young man’s face, examining every detail with care.

“The resemblance is uncanny.”

was puzzled by

leave Eric’s face. “You and Ernest. The resemblance is almost

the obvious,” Eric responded sharply, his expression

conversation in a new direction. “You look even more

as he confronted Ferris, outrage coursing through him. The audacity of Ferris to bring up his mother was unforgivable. Eric kept his fury buried deep, masking it with a cool and

when I was very young. Did you

momentarily caught off guard. For a brief second, surprise flickered across his face. But then it dawned on

the heart of

was direct. He had summoned Eric here for a reason. Looking intently at Eric, he pressed on. “You’ve lived under the shadow of being Ernest’s younger brother for years, all because you look like him. But remember, you inherited your looks from

Silence enveloped the room.

He knew that Ferris’ call meant trouble and perhaps even recognition. Considering everything the Scott family had been doing lately, it was clear Ferris

had always lived in him. It was planted early and never really left. Years passed, and he built himself into someone

and his eyes became fiery. “Enough! Don’t

that everything was exposed, he saw no point in putting

couldn’t stay quiet. “Please show