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.”

rush. He had stayed up, waiting—knowing

with practiced ease and unfolded the documents

pages. The scientific jargon meant little to him—he skipped past it without

match rate: 99.99%. Conclusion: Biological

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, his voice low with

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the flicker of emotion in Ferris’ eyes, leaned in to read the report himself. His face broke into a grin. “Mr. Scott, congratulations! He really is your son. After all these

an eyebrow, his expression brightening with

had fathered six sons and three daughters—his bloodline extended into the next generation through

one had

The boy who’d run away, grown up on the fringes, and made something of himself

unable to hide his excitement. “Shall

respond, the butler stepped into the room, bowing slightly. “Mr. Scott… Mr. Eric Flynn has arrived. Should I

Ferris’ eyes gleamed.

shared a quiet laugh. “Speak of the devil,” Ferris said, amused. “Invite him