All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ANYTA’S POVThe night before, Everett and I spoke about the emergency injunction Marcus Webb filed. We spoke in low voices for twenty minutes and finally agreed to deal with it another day. It was already late, and neither of us had the energy left to pick apart another threat.Now Clay’s voice cut through the speaker in my car, tight and serious. “We have a problem. You should sit down.”I was pulling into the playgroup parking lot, one hand on the wheel while Teddy sang the family song off-key in the backseat. The reception kept crackled. “Clay? You’re breaking up. What’s going on?”Static swallowed his reply. The call dropped completely after a few seconds of distorted noise.I frowned at the screen and told myself I’d call him back in five minutes. Teddy was already twisting in his seat, determined to unbuckle himself so he could show his friends the new dinosaur figure clutched in his small hand. I helped him out, smoothed his shirt, kissed his forehead, and watched him run insid

CLAY’S POVI finally recognized the black SUV as one of mine—Grey Syndicate enforcement, the plate number etched into my memory like a barcode. Webb was keeping me on my toes, but I’d completely forgotten about my own machine running in the background. One of my lieutenants must have jumped the gun the second the tabloid story dropped, thinking they were doing me a favor. Stupid move. The last thing I needed right now was my shadow operation spooking Anyta before I was ready to peel back the layers and show her who I really was .The city streets felt narrower than usual, the afternoon light bouncing off glass buildings in sharp, unforgiving angles. Anyta walked beside me, her presence a quiet anchor amid the chaos swirling in my head. I kept my hand steady on the small of her back, guiding her.“This way,” I murmured, steering her toward the small coffee shop on the corner. The bell above the door chimed softly as I pushed it open, the warm scent of roasted beans and fresh pastries w

ANYTA’S POVClay looked me dead in the eyes. “I promise.” He said firmly.The coffee shop’s air suddenly felt thick, buzzing between us. He leaned forward a bit to assure me. I stayed right where I was, my heart pounding against my chest.“I really want you to mean it,” I whispered. “No more secrets between us.”“None,” he answered, his voice rough and husky. “Not with you, Anyta. I promise to always tell you everything.”His gaze dropped to my mouth and my breath caught. The little space between us felt electric. I could smell the faint coffee on his breath, the lights highlighting the gold flecks in his hazel eyes. After all the cold nights with Everett, this warmth from Clay made my stomach flip. Part of me wanted to close the gap right there.“Clay…” I started, my voice soft.“Yeah?” he murmured, leaning in a little more.My phone rang, cutting through the moment.I glanced down. It was Jamie. I flushed as Clay saw the screen. I mouthed “I’m sorry” to him, my cheeks pink and hot.

CLAY’S POVThe alarm kept blaring. I killed the call before it connected and pulled up the security feed on my phone instead, my thumb steady even as my pulse wasn’t.There were two heat signatures moving together.I want to call Philip yet, so I moved.I had a safe place down the hallway, past the guest room, into the panel behind the bookshelf that Philip had installed two years ago and that I’d never once thought I’d need.I pressed my thumb to the reader and it clicked open immediately. I killed the lights on the whole floor from the panel inside, then the ones below it, working from memory. I knew they couldn’t hit what they can’t see, so it comes down to who knows the room.I heard the first one on the stairwell before I saw him, his boot scraping against the concrete, too careless if I must admit.He rounded the corner and I was already moving, low, into his knees. He went down hard, and I had his head against the floor before he got a sound out past the first one.“Where’s you

CLAY’S POVAnyta sat across from me in her kitchen, the bandage on my cheek pulling tight every time I moved my jaw. The clock on the wall showed past two-thirty. Dried blood still marked my shirt collar, dark and ugly. She had just finished cleaning the cut, her hands steady even though I knew she was shaken. Then she looked me straight in the eyes.“Tell me everything. All of it. Right now.”I swallowed, gulping down my saliva. My throat horse and heavy.“It starts with my father,” I said. “I already told you how I took over when he died. My father ran the company with all levels of corruption you can ever imagine. It took me a long time before I was able to erase everything.”Anyta kept looking at me, her eyes urging me to continue.“I could’ve easily walked away,” I continued. “But I felt an overwhelming obligation to keep it sane. I made heavy donations of the money to the orphanage, because I couldn’t keep it. I cut ties with everyone who helped my father do dirty deeds, and shu