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.

clearly. “We’ve finally

mean to tell me you’ve finally found something after

offering a respectful smile. “I admit, my progress was slow.

Who is

was succinct. “A woman

whirled around to face Ayla, who was still seated on the floor. He maintained a composed

Mr. Scott,” Cordell continued. “Remy

staff at Galant mentioned that Ayla frequently visited Remy not too long ago, and subsequently, the scandals erupted… We pressured him, made alluring offers, and finally, he admitted it… “Mr. Scott, it’s this woman! She orchestrated the entire scheme! She compensated Remy with

every word in silence until Cordell finished. “Understood. Thanks

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call, Eric turned toward Ayla

steps echoed ominously, each one seeming

her expression one

of warmth. What a challenge it was to contend with such a shrewd

before him appeared fragile, yet she had