Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me NowChapter 227
Before anyone could respond, he was already dashing for the door.
Marshall pointed after him with a laugh. “Would you look at that? The boy’s finally growing up.”
With a sharp bang, Eric slammed his glass onto the table, the sound slicing through the air like a slap. Without a word, he pushed his chair back and strode toward the exit.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“Home!”
“What?”
Marshall and Barrie exchanged dumbfounded glances. What happened to keeping the night going?
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