Chapter 275
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 275:
After a brief pause, Hadley vigorously nodded.
âYes, I do!â
She quickly retrieved her phone, found the image, and showed it to him. Eric glanced at the photo briefly.
âGood, now send it over to me.â
As Hadley stood frozen, somewhat shocked by his actions, she slowly came to grasp his intent.
âWhatâs the delay?â Ericâs expression grew stern, his tone a stark warning.
âSend it now.â
âRight, okay.â
This opportunity was for Joy, and missing it wasnât an option. Despite everything, this was Ericâs mess to fix. They were merely settling the score.
With a determined clench of her jaw, Hadley sent him the photo. Eric quickly forwarded it to Phillips and added,
âMake sure they open up. I need to pick up one of those.â
âGot it, sir.â
Soon after the call ended, activity stirred behind the mallâs side entrance.
As the roll-up door began to rise, light spilled out from within, stopping when it was just high enough for a man to pass under.
âMr. Flynn!â the man greeted enthusiastically as he emerged.
He was a young man, perhaps in his early thirties, dressed in the standard uniform of Evergrand Mall employees. His name badge identified him as the manager whose presence Eric had just demanded. With a sycophantic grin, he welcomed Eric.
âSo glad you could make it, Mr. Flynn. Please, right this way.â
Eric, maintaining his typical poise, entered with a slight nod.
âCome on.â
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He signaled to Hadley with a brief gesture.
The manager then turned to her, his smile broadening.
âThis way, Miss.â
Recognizing the importance of anyone in Eric Flynnâs company at such a late hourâespecially for a mere dollâthe manager was meticulously courteous.
Hadley paused before moving forward.
Inside, the boutique was brightly lit and already bustling with activity.
The manager was coordinating with his team.
âJust a moment, Mr. Flynn. Weâre fetching it now.â
Eric acknowledged with a brief nod, his demeanor unruffled.
Hadley felt a mix of emotions as she looked around.
The wealth of the Flynn family was no secret. Observing how easily Eric commanded the scene suggested significant Flynn investments in Evergrand Mall. This wasnât just influenceâit was financial power in action.
Money indeed made the world go round, a timeless truth.
The preparations were swift. The manager had warned the staff, ensuring their prompt cooperation.
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