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Chapter 133

Author: 💩 Juicy Fantasies đŸŒ¶ïž
last update publish date: 2026-07-19 03:24:13

Anyta POV

Clay and I hashed out the various ways we could find the information we needed, well into the night. Our discussion was cut only by the need to take care of Teddy; to bathe him for the evening, feed him and put him to bed.

It was as I was returning to the living room after Teddy had fallen asleep that the idea came to me.

“I know how we can get Everett to tell us what we need him to,” I announced as I entered the living room and sank back into the seat I’d vacated. Clay looked up fro
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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 136

    Anyta POVMy phone rang just as I finished wiping Teddy’s 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.“Anyta Rushmore,” I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while steering Teddy toward his toys.“Ms. Rushmore, this is Harlan Whitaker from Whitaker, Kline, and Associates. I was Grandma Jo’s—Mrs. Josephine Ashbourne’s—estate attorney.”The formal tone stopped me cold. I motioned for Alice to watch Teddy and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. “Yes, Mr. Whitaker. What’s happened?”He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “I’m 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 I’d even finished my coffee.“Marcus Webb,” he said, turning the laptop toward me. “Mid-level board member at Ashbourne Holdings. Eleven years on the board, perfect profile, zero footprint.”“Invisible men are usually the ones worth watching,” I muttered, clicking my teeth.Philip gave a dry laugh. “Funny you say that. Because he stopped being invisible three years ago, right after Leonard Ashbourne died.”He clicked through windows as he spoke. Bank records, shell company filings, timestamps.“Offshore transfers started then,” Philip continued. “Two accounts in the Caymans, one in Liechtenstein. All three trace back to the same network Leonard used before he passed. Webb’s been siphoning and rerouting money through the old man’s private channels for years.”I leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “He’s not skimming for himself.”“No,” Philip agreed. “He’s funding something. Or someone.”The 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 didn’t, something in his shoulders loosened. He leaned back in his chair, the wooden frame creaking under his weight.“You’re not going to tell me what this is about, are you?” he said. It wasn’t really a question. He knew exactly who I had become over the past years.“I will. Eventually.” 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. “Right now, the less you know, the better. For your sake as much as mine.”He huffed out a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh, more a weary exhale shaped by too many regrets. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who used to tell me everything.”I 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 133

    Anyta POV Clay and I hashed out the various ways we could find the information we needed, well into the night. Our discussion was cut only by the need to take care of Teddy; to bathe him for the evening, feed him and put him to bed.It was as I was returning to the living room after Teddy had fallen asleep that the idea came to me.“I know how we can get Everett to tell us what we need him to,” I announced as I entered the living room and sank back into the seat I’d vacated. Clay looked up from the empty bottle of whiskey that he’d been fiddling with, eyebrows raised in interest.“Oh? What’s your idea?”“I’ll bait him with Teddy,” I said. It was a foolproof plan, in my opinion. Judging by the skeptical expression on Clay’s face, however, he didn’t exactly agree.“How exactly do you plan on doing that? Last I checked, Everett wasn’t exactly keen on getting to know his son,” Clay murmured darkly, then added almost as an afterthought; “Or the mother that birthed him.”I blushed at his w

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 132

    Anyta’s POV I was going through the reports that summarized the losses, profits and successes of the gallery showing when my phone rang. It was the day after the showing, and I’d elected to stay at home, mostly wallowing in my bed, due to the emotional rollercoaster of the day before. First Jamie’s confession. Then Clay’s arrival and subsequent departure. Things with Jamie were still mostly unresolved. The both of us had returned home mostly confused and hurting, though Jamie was graceful and kind about it as always. I almost resented him for it; it was a dull resentment, flavored by guilt. I couldn’t fully understand the cocktail of feeling myself. I acknowledged that I had hurt him. I should’ve been grateful that he was being so mature about things. And yet, I didn’t want him to be mature. I wanted him to be angry, to be shattered, to rage and make his hurt known. So that this heavy feeling in my chest would abate somewhat, knowing that someone hated me for something I deserved.

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 131

    Clay POV I held the phone to my ear for several long moments, not saying anything. I heard Jodie’s breathing through the speaker, and she was quiet as well. She had probably been expecting a greeting, or a question; something that would put the ball in her court, allow her to control the flow of the conversation. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment.Plus, I quite liked putting her off her guard.“Hello?” she finally spoke up, her voice notably hesitant. “Is this Clay?”“Indeed,” I said. “Hello, Jodie.”Her sigh was audible through the speaker. “Would I be correct in assuming that you’ve obtained some information regarding me that might seem incriminating?”I could help the chuckle that escaped me at her words. “That is quite the candid statement, Jodie. Not beating around the bush, are we?”I could almost hear her shrug through the phone. “I don’t see the point in being obtuse at the moment, Clay. I know I’ve been made. Trying to pretend otherwise will

  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 84

    CLAY'S POVAt least she'd put his trashy gifts where they belonged. In the trash.Anyta sat on the stool behind the kitchen island, her bare feet hooked around the legs like she was anchoring herself there.I stood on the other side after I forced myself to keep my back turned to her, as I slowly p

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 86

    ANYTA'S POVI didn’t cryI didn’t feel like I deserved to. I was the one who ruined this anyways.Instead of facing the truth, I'd chickened out like a coward and lashed out because it was easier to deny everything than face the undeniable weight of attraction I felt towards my best friend.That ki

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 87

    EVERETT'S POV“Seriously, if I knew dinner would be a group project, I'd have just gone to bed.”“Oh please,” Leo snarled. “You could just move out of the mansion if it's too much trouble to eat with your family now.”“Well good thing I don't consider you family,” I retorted coldly.“Well the paper

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  • Too Late, Mr. Billionaire    Chapter 82

    EVERETT’S POV“Sir, there's a lady here to see you?”“What's her name?”“Lia,” my secretary replied.“Ah, perfect timing! Send her in, thank you.”When Lia walked into my office, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, I was instantly struck by an unexpected and irritating clarity.She

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