Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 976:

“I did.” Eric stood taller, his tone challenging. “Well, would you?”

“I would,” Ferris responded with a mild smile. “I’m not afraid of much.”

Eric’s surprise was palpable, and he momentarily lost his voice. “Are you trying to say…?”

Ferris’ smile slightly dimmed. “I mean, I would respond. But only if you truly are my son.”noveldrama

Before Eric could probe further, Ferris raised his arm. “Cordell!”

“Understood.” Cordell moved without hesitation, clapping his hands in a deliberate rhythm.

Suddenly, individuals in white coats and masks emerged from an adjacent room. They were doctors.

Cordell gestured again, and several bodyguards approached Eric rapidly.

“The hell are you trying to do?”

Before Eric could fully grasp the situation, Ferris continued, his voice casual, “I suggest you cooperate. Remember, I have your two women in my grasp.”

Defeated, Eric glared at Ferris, his frustration turning to rage. “What do you want from me?”

“Have a seat.” Ferris gestured toward the couch and then at the doctors. “They need to take a sample of your blood. It’ll be quick and easy.”

Eric pondered for a moment before sitting down.

As he settled, the doctors moved in, prepping his arm, wrapping it with a tourniquet, cleaning the area, and then extracting the blood.

Eric watched the blood fill the tube and suddenly put things together. “Ferris, are you trying to confirm paternity here?”

“Sharp as ever.” Ferris’ grin broadened with approval. “A fool couldn’t have survived in the Flynn family this long or convinced everyone in Srixby you’re Ernest’s brother.”

His smile lingered.

“Honestly, even if you turn out not to be my son, I’d still say your talents are impressive.”

By then, the doctors had finished.

“Enough with the nonsense,” Eric said as he pressed a cotton ball to his arm. “I didn’t come here to hear you ramble. Where are they?”

Ferris paused, his smile barely there. “Your two lovers? Both exceptionally beautiful, I must say. You do have an eye for beauty.”

“Where are they?” Eric’s tone hardened, his patience fraying.

Ferris continued to evade, his smile teasing. “Which of the two do you care for more?”

“That’s none of your concern!”

Eric’s patience snapped. He leaned forward, seizing Ferris by the collar, his expression severe and his eyes blazing. “I’ll ask you one last time! Where are they?”

With one hand, Eric yanked Ferris so forcefully that the older man nearly left the floor. Beside the younger man, Ferris’ age was starkly apparent, highlighting their stark contrast.

Seeing this, Cordell couldn’t help but intervene. “Mr. Scott! Please release him!”

“Cordell.” Ferris maintained his composure, still managing a smile. “Let us handle this. It’s not your concern. Back off.”

“Got it.” Cordell stepped back, his brow furrowed in concern.

Eric wasn’t moved in the slightest.

“Ferris, I’m asking you one more time. Where are they? You think I’m still that kid you used to control? I’m not. Try hurting them, and I’ll come for you with everything I’ve got. I’ll bring the Scott family to its knees.”

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