All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CLAY'S POVPicking up my phone again, I scrolled through my contacts until I found a name I hadn't thought about in a week.Jodie.She answered on the first ring, her voice a sharp contrast to the silence of my office.“Well, look who finally remembered I exist,” she chirped, her smile stretching into her voice. “I was actually just about to call you, Clay. You owe me a date, or did you forget?”I leaned back, my eyes hardening as I stared at the the shattered mess of the phone on the floor. An assistant would've cleaned it and saved me the displeasure of cleaning up the evidence of my loss of control.But I knew I couldn't do assistants if I wanted to keep my real image hidden. You can never trust anybody, and “uncovering Owen Grayson” was always a trending topic in the country.“I didn't forget, sweetheart. I was just waiting for the right moment. It seems our minds work alike.”Jodie giggled, a high, light sound that lacked Anyta’s smoky depth but still filled the void in the room.

Anyta POVClay didn't look away when our eyes met.That was the thing about Clay. He never flinched, never had the decency to look caught or embarrassed. He just held my gaze from across the room like he had every right to, like he hadn't spent the entire week in complete silence while I checked my phone like an idiot.He was staring directly at me.Then his eyes moved. He looked at Jamie, at my hand resting beside Jamie’s wine glass.Something dark flashed across his face so quickly I almost thought I imagined it.Then his gaze dragged slowly over me.The red dress, my bare legs and my mouth.I was the one who looked away first.My heart was hammering so loud I was sure Jamie could hear it."Are you sure you're okay?" Jamie asked again, his voice quieter this time."I'm fine," I said. I picked up my wine glass and took a long sip. "Just thought I recognized someone.""Do you want to go say hi?""No." The word came out faster than I intended. Then I softened it with a small smile. "I

ANYTA POV My phone was still buzzing when I opened my eyes.I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the persistent hum of notifications against my nightstand.The morning light was already pressing through the curtains.I groaned softly and reached for my phone blindly. The screen came to life and I squinted at the phone brightness as I unlocked my phone.My phone was exploding with calls, messages and notifications.Ten missed calls from an unknown number, and three from Laura which I'll deal with later.I sat up and scrolled through the comments. The comments were exactly what Laura had promised they would be.“She looks nothing like Siena.”“She copied Siena’s whole aesthetic." “Anya looks classier." “The glow up is real, she's finally free.”“Omg! Jamie is such a sweet man." "Jamie and Anyta look SO GOOD together.”I closed the app.I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, my feet flat on the cold floor.No single message or call from Clay. Not even a

CLAY POVThe tablet was still warm in my hands when the intercom buzzed.Philip didn’t knock. He never did when it was bad. He just walked in, and set the tablet on the desk without a word. “Someone’s digging,” he said.I picked up the tablet and played the footage. Three minutes of timestamped clips. The first was a private investigator outside my old lawyer’s office in Zurich. Another one cross-referencing shell companies in Delaware. They weren’t close. But they were close enough to make my teeth grind.How long?" I asked."Based on the timestamps, it's been going on for weeks now." Philip's voice was even. "Whoever it is, they're methodical. They are not the press.""Law enforcement?""Possibly. Or private. Someone with resources and a specific interest."I set the tablet down on the desk and stood at the window. Someone had been pulling threads for weeks now and I hadn't felt it.That bothered me more than the footage itself.The weeks before had been pretty occupied and me

CLAY'S POVI was at my desk by six.Not because I'd slept and woken early but because I hadn't slept at all.The surveillance footage had been running on a loop in the back of my mind since Philip left. Anyta's face in the elevator, the letter, the Ashbourne name, the way she'd held herself together with both hands the entire time she was in my penthouse.I pulled up the shell company records on the secondary laptop and started cross-referencing timestamps. It was methodical work. The kind that required enough concentration to crowd everything else out.Philip arrived at seven forty-five.He set a folder on the desk, sat down across from me, and folded his hands in his lap."Tell me," I said."It's internal."I stopped typing."Someone inside one of your companies," Philip said. "We've been looking at external threats for weeks. It's not external."I leaned back slowly. "Which company?""We think the access point is Vantage Holdings.The subsidiary you use to route the property purch