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

Chapter 1297:

Ayla’s legs felt weak, yet she managed a strained smile. “I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Scott. Could you explain?”

“Playing dumb, are we?” Eric rose swiftly, his glare sharp. “You were the one who directed the cleaner to put those candles in my suite!” The realization hit him. His dizziness and confusion the previous evening, his fragmented memories—they all stemmed from the effect of those candles!

At his loud exclamation, Ayla shuddered, her strength leaving her as she crumpled to the floor, pale as death.

Her scheme was uncovered? Already?

“Mr. Scott…” Tears welled up in Ayla’s eyes as she reached out, clutching at Eric’s leg. “I’m to blame, but I…”

Her words were cut off by the sudden ringing of Eric’s phone.

Cordell was calling.

With a flick of his leg, Eric dislodged Ayla’s grip and answered the call.

through clearly. “We’ve finally got

in skepticism. “You mean to tell me

smile. “I admit, my progress was slow. But after a detailed

tell me. Who is

succinct. “A woman named

to face Ayla, who was still seated on

Cordell continued.

Galant mentioned that Ayla frequently visited Remy not too long ago, and subsequently, the scandals erupted… We pressured him, made alluring

absorbed every word in silence until Cordell finished. “Understood. Thanks for your

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Eric turned toward

echoed ominously, each one seeming to press down

her head, her expression one of

chuckled darkly, a sound devoid of warmth. What a challenge

she had executed