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 up,

the seal with practiced ease

jargon meant little to him—he skipped past it without

match rate: 99.99%. Conclusion: Biological father-son

There it was. Undeniable.

a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved across his lips. “Good…” he murmured, his

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

brightening with unmistakable satisfaction. Cordell

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

all, not one had lived

had ever shown potential—his youngest. The boy who’d run away, grown

his

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

Ferris’ eyes gleamed.

quiet laugh.