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

Chapter 993:

“Eric, stop!” Ernest called after him, but it was no use. His brother was already gone.

He watched the door swing shut, his brows drawn tight in frustration and dread. “Isn’t it ironic? No matter what he does, he just can’t escape the grip of the Scott family.”

Eric never imagined he’d return here one day. Not after all these years. Not to this place—a place that had once been a living hell.

Inside, the villa was eerily quiet. The only sound he could hear was water simmering gently in a kettle, sending faint tendrils of steam into the air.

Ferris stood near the window, in front of a rare, meticulously pruned pot plant. With slow, deliberate care, he wiped each glossy leaf with a damp cloth.

“Mr. Scott.” Cordell stepped into the room, holding a folder. He gave a small nod. “The results have arrived.”

Without turning, Ferris raised his hand. “Give it to me.”

Cordell placed the sealed envelope in his palm, and then silently handed over a silver letter opener. “It just arrived.”

didn’t rush. He had stayed

the seal with practiced ease and unfolded

him—he skipped past it without a glance, flipping

B, DNA match rate: 99.99%. Conclusion: Biological father-son

There it was. Undeniable.

the words for a long moment. His eyes gleamed, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved across his lips. “Good…” he murmured,

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in Ferris’ eyes, leaned in to read the report himself. His face broke into a grin. “Mr. Scott, congratulations! He really is

arched an eyebrow, his expression brightening with unmistakable satisfaction. Cordell

life, Ferris had fathered six sons and three daughters—his bloodline extended into

among them all, not one had lived up to

had ever shown potential—his youngest. The boy who’d run away, grown up on the fringes, and made

hide his excitement. “Shall we begin preparing to bring him

bowing slightly. “Mr. Scott… Mr. Eric Flynn has arrived.

Ferris’ eyes gleamed.

Cordell exchanged a glance—then shared a quiet laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Ferris said,