Chapter 178 The Fierce, Untamed Fire
Late into the night…
The house was heavy with tension. Everyone remained gathered in the living room, waiting–except for Nyla,
who had been too exhausted to keep up and was sent to rest by her grandsons.
Then, at last–Quentin strode in, his voice breaking the unbearable stillness. “We found the driver!”
The words had barely left his lips before Eric shot to his feet. “Where is he?”
Quentin didn’t hesitate. “Our people are on their way to him now.”
“Then let’s go.”
Eric’s voice was sharp, decisive.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.
“Linda!”
She turned to Ernest, blinking in surprise. “What is it, Ernest?”
Ernest met her gaze, his expression unwavering. “We’re going too.”
What? Her hands curled slightly at her sides. Even in the dim light, the faint pallor in her face was noticeable. “We? But your health-”
“I’ll be fine.”
Ernest brushed aside any hesitation with a decisive wave of his hand. “Hadley is like a sister to me.”
How could he possibly sit back when his sister was missing?
His gaze snapped toward Linda, sharp and unyielding. “If you don’t want to come, then stay here.”
Linda’s fingers twitched, her forced smile barely holding. “What are you talking about?” she said lightly, masking the sting. “Of course, I’m worried about Hadley too.”
Like a sister?
The thought almost made her laugh. That was nothing more than a convenient excuse.
But she had no intention of staying behind–not when she needed to keep an eye on him.
Suppressing the flicker of irritation, she softened her tone. “I just don’t want you overexerting yourself.” With a smooth motion, she stepped forward, gripping the wheelchair handles. “Let’s go together.”
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Ernest hesitated for a beat, but then nodded. “Alright.”
The night air was crisp, heavy with anticipation.
Eric stepped outside, his gaze sweeping over the lineup of cars. A flash of silver–gray caught his attention.
Denver. So, he hadn’t left?
Eric barely spared him a glance. If the man wanted to tag along, so be it. Without another thought, he slid into his own car as the convoy roared to life.
gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. A
heavy, blanketing the deserted
sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their metal
the concrete walls. Inside the low, shabby
wire dangled from the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent bulb that flickered with an irritating
reeked of
in his late thirties or early forties, sat slumped between two large men gripping his arms.
predicament, he yawned, blinking lazily as tears welled up from exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick
moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze
he strode toward the table, planting both hands on the surface, his body leaning forward. “Where’s
in confusion. “Huh?
“Phillips!”
phone and thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely! Do you
his voice dragging as he took
a real looker!”
did you
as if
left his lips. “How do you expect me to remember such details?”
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gaze flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing
be tapped his
think… I remember,
flicked toward Eric, his smirk
This man was the one
hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing
I tell you what you want to know,
stare turned razor–sharp–lethal
voice snapping like a whip. “If the information is real, money’s not an issue!”
“Hold of.”
lifted a hand, halting Phillips
is it,
feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around a red cashmere cardigan.
wildfire. A slow–burning fury that erupted all at once.
a brutal kick–sending the chair, and the
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
followed by Linda’s sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s wheelchair into the room.
wasn’t
anyone could stop him, grabbing the fallen man by his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another
“Mr. Flynn!
wasn’t like him at all.
didn’t
low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the hell did you do to
man let out a strangled, bloodied chuckle.
into a twisted grin, his gaze shifting toward the red cardigan clenched in Eric’s
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he said, as if savoring
with a smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier, I might’ve remembered sooner.
the beauty,
to push your luck
launched himself forward,
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