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 this would come

practiced ease

skipped past it without a glance, flipping to the last

B, DNA match

There it was. Undeniable.

curved

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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

expression brightening with unmistakable satisfaction. Cordell wasn’t

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

them all, not one had lived up

Only one had ever shown potential—his youngest. The boy who’d run away, grown up on the fringes, and made something of himself without the

hide his

could respond, the butler stepped into the room, bowing slightly.

Ferris’ eyes gleamed.

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