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Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 139
Anyta POVThe shadow at the door turned out to be nothing more than the delivery driver dropping off a package for Alice. Everett and I both exhaled at the same time once we checked the porch camera. The relief felt almost ridiculous after everything we had been through, but it reminded me how thin our sense of safety had become. We settled back into the living room with Teddy, who had not noticed a thing. He kept right on talking about his dinosaur collection.Teddy looked at Everett for a very long time with those his enormous green eyes. The same eyes that stared back at him from the man kneeling on the rug. Then he turned to me, searching my face like he needed one more confirmation that this was real. I gave him a small nod and a smile I hoped looked steadier than I felt. He looked back at Everett.âYouâre very tall,â Teddy said.Everett let out a sound that was almost a laugh, rough and surprised. I saw tears gather in his eyes for the first time in all the years I had known him
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 138
Anuraâs POVThe power came back on with a weak flicker after some minutes, but the fear stayed.Clay moved through the house, checking every lock and window twice. There was nothing; no footprints we could clearly see, no signs of forced entry. Teddy eventually fell asleep on the couch between us, his small hand fisted in my shirt. Clay and I just sat there in the low light, quietly processing our thoughts.I barely slept.Long after Clay finally dozed off in the armchair, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, Teddyâs even breathing is the only steady sound in the room. My mind kept circling back to my own childhood. The way my parents had vanished in a single rainy night, gone before I was old enough to really know them. That hollow ache never really left. I remembered standing in their empty bedroom for weeks afterward, touching their things like they might still hold some piece of them. Nothing ever quite filled that space.Grandma Jo had tried. She moved me into her house, fed me, c
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 137
ANYTAâS POVThe message was still glowing on my screen when Everett reached across the table and turned my phone face-down without asking.âDonât,â he said quietly. âNot here at least.â He added with a small voice.How did Webb know I was with Everett? I looked at him, and could tell he had the exact question.He quickly scanned the room, his green eyes flicking to the door, the window, to the two men at the corner table who were very deliberately not looking our way.âHe knows about Italy,â I said, my voice lower than I meant it to be. âAbout my accounts being frozen. That was years ago, Everett. And I know you did it. But why would he bring it up now? How would Marcus Webb even know that?ââI donât know.â His jaw tightened. âBut Iâll find out.âI slid my phone into my bag with hands that werenât quite steady, and for a moment neither of us spoke. The coffee shop noise, which had faded into a dull roar seconds ago, came rushing back â the espresso machine hissing, someone laughing to
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 136
Anyta POVMy phone rang just as I finished wiping Teddyâs hands after lunch. He had managed to get peanut butter everywhere again, including a stubborn smear across his cheek that made him look like a mischievous little warrior. I smiled despite the exhaustion tugging at my bones and answered without checking the caller ID.âAnyta Rushmore,â I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while steering Teddy toward his toys.âMs. Rushmore, this is Harlan Whitaker from Whitaker, Kline, and Associates. I was Grandma JoâsâMrs. Josephine Ashbourneâsâestate attorney.âThe formal tone stopped me cold. I motioned for Alice to watch Teddy and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. âYes, Mr. Whitaker. Whatâs happened?âHe didnât waste time on pleasantries. âIâm afraid the full execution of the will is being formally challenged. A group of Ashbourne relatives has filed motions claiming Mrs. Ashbourne was of compromised mental faculties when she executed the final updates
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 135
Clay POV Philip had the name pulled up before Iâd even finished my coffee.âMarcus Webb,â he said, turning the laptop toward me. âMid-level board member at Ashbourne Holdings. Eleven years on the board, perfect profile, zero footprint.ââInvisible men are usually the ones worth watching,â I muttered, clicking my teeth.Philip gave a dry laugh. âFunny you say that. Because he stopped being invisible three years ago, right after Leonard Ashbourne died.âHe clicked through windows as he spoke. Bank records, shell company filings, timestamps.âOffshore transfers started then,â Philip continued. âTwo accounts in the Caymans, one in Liechtenstein. All three trace back to the same network Leonard used before he passed. Webbâs been siphoning and rerouting money through the old manâs private channels for years.âI leaned forward, elbows on the desk. âHeâs not skimming for himself.ââNo,â Philip agreed. âHeâs funding something. Or someone.âThe words settled heavy in my gut. Anyta had mentione
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 134
Anyta POVEverett watched me like a hawk, as I held the card. It looked like he expected me to hand it right back to him. When I didnât, something in his shoulders loosened. He leaned back in his chair, the wooden frame creaking under his weight.âYouâre not going to tell me what this is about, are you?â he said. It wasnât really a question. He knew exactly who I had become over the past years.âI will. Eventually.â I turned the card over once more in my fingers, the embossed lettering catching the light, before sliding it securely into the inner pocket of my bag. âRight now, the less you know, the better. For your sake as much as mine.âHe huffed out a sound that wasnât quite a laugh, more a weary exhale shaped by too many regrets. âThatâs rich, coming from the woman who used to tell me everything.âI stilled, my hand freezing midway to my coffee cup. There was no bite in his voice, no sharp accusation designed to draw blood. Instead, it carried a tired honesty that caught me complet
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 15
AnytaThe first time I saw my face on the cover of a magazine, I thought it was just another society gossip piece. I had become used to murmurs and stares since I left the Ashbourne estate all those years ago. But when I opened the paper that morning, my stomach dropped.The headline read out to me
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-18Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 12
AnytaThe nights in the Ashbourne mansion were too quiet. The tall walls, the gleaming chandeliers, the polished floorsâthere was nothing to complain about, but to me, it was like being in prison. Even when I lay on the pillow with my head, sleep seemed to be far from me.I couldn't help but rememb
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-18Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 7
Anyta As I stepped into the grand dining hall, I was struck by the warm glow of the chandeliers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the rich aroma of wine, all highlighted by the gentle hum of conversation. The long tables were neatly set, with crisp white linen, sparkling crystal
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-17Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 9
EverettAs I turned, my eyes landed on Siena, and a jolt of shock ran through me. She was the least person I was expecting to see at this point.The moment her gaze met mine, I steadied myself⊠at least I tried to, so she wouldn't suspect anything just happened.I flashed a warm smile at her, but I
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