All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CLAY’S POVThe warehouse on the edge of the industrial park smelled like dust and old oil. I picked it because it was off the grid, and my people had swept it twice before we arrived. Jodie showed up exactly on time, her black coat pulled tight, her kholed eyes scanning every shadow. I watched her from the moment she stepped through the side door. Anyta had insisted on coming, her arms crossedunder her chest stubbornly. I knew she didn’t fully trust Jodie yet. She was here to read her, and watch for the lie in her eyes. According to her, she reads through people. Part of me hated that she had to be in this room at all. The other part was glad she was.“You brought company,” Jodie said flatly, as she sat at the metal table.“Anyta stays,” I replied equally firm. I studied Jodie’s face closely, and the tired lines around her eyes, were so obvious. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in days. “You said you have records. Show us.”Jodie opened the bag she carried and slid a thick env

ANYTA’S POVI didn’t even wait to explain it to Clay. The second Alice’s voice cracked on the phone, I grabbed my keys and ran for the car. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped them twice as I managed to start the engine.“Anyta, wait—” Clay called behind me, already on his own phone.I didn’t wait. I drove home like the devil was chasing me, my heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else. The three minutes it took to get there were the worst of my life. Every slow car in front of me made me want to scream. I didn’t believe the woman who was panicking. I didn’t believe that I would be this wild, screaming at every patrol officer.I slammed the car door immediately and ran through the front door. Alice stood in the hallway, white-faced and shaking, her eyes rimmed red.“Miss Anyta, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice breaking. “He was playing right there in the garden. I stepped inside for just few seconds to get his juice. When I came back he was gone. The gate—”“Where

ANYTA’S POVThe conversation with Clay about the FBI still echoed in my head as I drove home from dropping off some documents at Whitaker’s office. Everything was moving so fast. I was this close to taking Teddy with me, but Alice swore to never let him out of her sight.As I waited at a red light, my mind drifted to how simple my life was before all these chaos. Jamie’s face popped into my head and I remembered when he texted me to check in. I had ignored his messages. Guilt hit me hard. I had been avoiding him for weeks, canceling his plans with vague excuses. He deserved the truth, so that he will move on.Before I could overthink it, I pulled over and texted him.Hey. Are you free for coffee this afternoon? I need to talk to you. The usual place?Jamie replied almost immediately, like he was readily expecting, making my heart churn with more guilt.Sure. Everything okay? I can be there in twenty.See you soon.***************I arrived first and chose a quiet corner table. When Ja

CLAY’S POVI walked in and closed the door behind me with a soft click that echoed in the quiet house. The city hummed low outside the windows, a distant backdrop of lights and life that felt miles away. Anyta stood in the hallway, waiting in the glow of the single lamp in the living room corner. I knew Teddy was upstairs probably with Alice.She didn’t mention the video even if I knew that it hurt her. What mattered now was the truth we’d been circling for far too long.“Come sit,” I said gently and made space for her.We settled on the living room floor, our backs against the couch. I rubbed my palms over my jeans, gathering courage.“I need to say this the right way,” I began, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.Anyta looked at me, her soft eyes patient and searching in the dim light.“What I’m about to say didn’t start recently,” I told her. “It was years ago, during high school, down back to when you were still married to Everett. I hated myself for feeling it then,

CLAY’S POVI stood in the hallway, my phone pressed to my ear, the soft glow from Teddy’s nightlight spilling out behind me. Philip’s voice was clipped and urgent on the other end.“Boss, it’s bad. Victor went straight to the major network this time. He’s sitting down for a full interview first thing in the morning, and he’s hell bent on dropping everything about Owen Grayson. He’s got financial data from that accountant we thought we had locked down. He’s claiming that you’ve been running a decades-long fraudulent shadow operation through Grey. It’s a scorched-earth play, but he’s painting you as the villain who inherited your daddy’s dirty empire and made it worse.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning against the wall. “How much time do we have left?”“Until morning at least. They’re promoting it heavily. If we don’t respond before it airs, the story lands and everything we’ve built scatters. He’s timed it perfectly.” He said with a huff.“Prepare the counter-narrative,” I said