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.

Cordell’s voice came through clearly. “We’ve finally got some news

mean to tell me you’ve finally found

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

tell me. Who is

“A woman named Ayla

was still seated on the floor. He maintained a composed expression. “Go

Mr. Scott,” Cordell continued. “Remy

were childhood friends. The staff at Galant mentioned that Ayla frequently visited Remy not too long ago, and subsequently, the scandals erupted… We pressured him, made

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

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call, Eric turned toward Ayla

steps echoed ominously, each one seeming to press down on

expression one of shock and

a sound devoid of warmth. What a challenge

yet she had executed numerous