Chapter 238
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 238:
âI understand,â she said. âThanks for everything, Mr. Lewis.â
âTake care.â
As she exited Galant, she quickly retrieved her phone, found Ericâs contact, and dialed.
Eric answered the call almost as soon as it rang.
His voice was deep, calm, and measured. âHello there.â
Hadley held her phone a bit too tightly, her anxiety evident. âItâs Hadley,â she said.
âDo you think I wouldnât recognize your voice?â Ericâs reply carried a hint of amusement. âIs that all you called to say?â
âNo, thereâs more,â Hadley responded.
She furrowed her brows, taking a deep breath. âIâm actually at Galant right nowâ¦â
âIs it about that issue?â Eric interjected before she could continue.
âIâm currently in the middle of somethingâ¦â
There was a brief pause, probably as he gave instructions to someone else. Returning to the conversation, he said, âIf itâs important, you should come and see me.â
Hadley tensed for a moment, but then accepted with a nod. âOkay.â She hadnât truly believed a phone call would be persuasive.
âWhere should I go?â
âWhere else would I be at this hour but at the office?â
It wasnât even five oâclock yet; naturally, Eric was still at his desk.
âAlright, Iâm on my way,â Hadley answered.
She ended the call and hurried directly to the Flynn Group headquarters.
When Hadley arrived, the front desk blocked her path.
This wasnât her first time at the Flynn Group.
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However, it had been years since her regular visits to see Eric, and the front desk staff had completely changed. No one recognized her now.
âIâm Hadley Pearson,â she said. âIâm here to see Mr. Flynn. Heâs expecting me.â
Recognition and warmth spread across the receptionistâs face as she replied, âOh, Miss Pearson, yes! Mr. Flynn has informed us about your visit. Please, follow me this way.â
âThank you.â
Hadley was swiftly escorted via the private elevator to the executive floor.
A junior assistant guided her into the CEOâs office. âMr. Flynn, Miss Pearson has arrived.â
Eric, buried under a mountain of paperwork, didnât look up as he gestured dismissively. âThank you, that will be all.â
âGot it,â the assistant acknowledged.
With that, the assistant exited, leaving Hadley and Eric alone.
Hadley noticed how busy he was and hesitated, unsure if she should interrupt. The last thing she wanted was to frustrate him and make things even worse.
Quietly, she moved to the sofa and seated herself, opting to wait silently.
Her dayâs agenda was already off track, so a bit more waiting seemed insignificant.
Fortunately, Eric was quick to conclude his tasks.
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